Ten percent commision

BG: When we set out to collect sponsership for our tech society, we realized the cultural society chaps had already hit all sponsers and the only answer we got was "We have already sponsered CET".So next day I wrote this article for our Engineering Herald in the honour of the cultural society guys.Three cheers to them!!!:)


In the twilight hours,the three great warriors set out for their ultimate mission.It was their last hope to save their kingdom,their institution.The entire cosmos gave way for their imperial triumph.The birds sang songs of victory,the zephyr joined in the paean,the small stream far away from the Naka Gali somewhere deep down in the hills of Chandaka, chortled with pride.

Our warriors arrived at their destination, the STD booth at the nakagate square with hopeful demure eyes. Mr. Krobit said,"We will give you a space in the college mag or err... a space in the notice board. Their lord, the booth owner replied,"why not?But I am well aware of the fact that in most cases it will go unnoticed.Mr Sugmay joined in "And what about a banner at the middle of the stage?" Owner replied,"Last year they promised me a similar thing.They kept their promise too,but it waas only at the backside of the board.I won't be fooled by your chicanery"

What do I see?My warriors have reduced to the position of mendicants. With tears in his eyes Mr. krobit requested, "Please Sir, please...the event we are organizing brings together the people of different castes,creeds and age group.It is very important for national integration and spreading the message of peace and love in this rising era of terrorism.Mr. Sugmay said," Sir don't pulverise our dreams like this.We will be inviting a celebrity guest(Yana Gupta:)) who will enlighten our generation."The owner shouted -"NO!"

The word tore into the silence travelling all the way from Nakagate square right into the Techno campus.The chorus of the birds turned into a cacophony.My warriors were proved ciphers.They had used all their weapons of sophistry and yet they lost.It was difficult for them to recuperate from the shock.The fact that the won't be able to drive the atmosphere ecstatic* echoed in their minds.Mr Seceev murmured, "Yaar I didn't know arranging sponsership for Xtasy is for such a great cause,I thought we are doing it for that "Ten percent Commision".




PS:*For those who don't know our annual function is called Xtasy. I do not know if the programmes turn audiences ecstatic or is it the perennial supply of volatile hydroxyl compounds:)

Care to be cool?

What's cool and what's hot?What's happening and what's not?These are the thoughts that preoccupy most part of our young minds.Oh I forgot! Today I am in the role of a telepath on my trip through my class fella's minds.

Sandy is in a dilema over the question of his lifetime-"Was the beard trimmer I bought yesterday successful in taking me an inch closer to Abhishek Bacchan or would the old frenchie have done the trick as always?"Sandhya is in no better position meddling with the strand of her hair she got coloured recently."Badalte Zamane ke saath badalta fashion!" So aptly put.

The "branded bug" has bitten the campus with students just coming out of their uniform cocoons. Bike,babe and bucks remain the age old mantra assuring boys to make them look cool.While nothing seems to pacify girls,they have so much to work on with so tough competition around.

And if you think fashion was the only thing young minds are tenants to,you got it wrong.The young souls have to be Mr./Miss perfects.They have to be the top rankers,would not mind writing a couple of hit songs for the rock band,would settle for nothing less than the central character in the college drmatic society and a 1st prize in the creative writing competition would be an icing on the cake.Buy hey! slow down a bit and once in a while come for a walk with me into your own mind.Watch out! what has happened to us?We want it and want it all in our early twenties.All fame and all success,all style and all grace?Isn't it a bit too much too early?Isn't it a reason of increasing frustations and increasing cases of suicides?

All the time we carry a baggage of what we ought to be on our tender shoulders.It is nothing but what we expect of ourselves,then why does parental pressure have to take the blame every time then?

So my advice to all my friends is let loose for once.Be calm.Be confident.Be what you are.Know what you want from life.Connect to your inner self,recognise your talents and work upon them.Grow an inch every passing day,develop and prepare yourself for the D-day.Success will definitely come to you and this time it will stay longer.So patience and perseverance are the real mantra.All of us care to be cool but do you have nerves of steel to dare to be cool?
Oops! I got an sms
"Don't walk as if you rule the world,walk as if you don't care who the hell rules the world."
This is called attitude!!!

That day at the bus stop....

I had gone with my father to drop my granny at the bus stop.we were waiting for the bus.
My father was walking with my granny and I was left far behind.I was a kid then and I had never seen my father abandon me in a crowded place before.
But that day was different.My father is a man who has similar expression on days of celebration,sorrow and crisis.He is always calm and matured.

But that day as my father was holding my granny's hand and helping her to cross the road,I was watching at a distance and noticed something.
It was not an old mother supported by her son,it was a grown up son who wishes to be a kid again... recalling his first footsteps...holding his mother's hand.
All experience and maturity had given way to a newfound innocence and happiness.For a while it felt as if my father had gone back 40 yrs,forgotten that he himself was a father and has left his kid at a distance both figuratively and literally.Suddenly it occured to him and he looked back and called me.Again he bacame the man who always took charge of the situation.

Why is it so difficult for grown ups to acknowledge that they want to be kids again,that they miss their parents,that they want to be taken care of,that they are tired of burdening resposibilities?Its not a sin to rest in your mothers lap even in your fifties and let her move her hand on your forehead and feel your worries vanishing out of it.

Tree Reprentation in Memory

BG: No no ...don't mistake it for a chapter in C++ .This topic was given in one of our creative writing competitions.I managed to get the 1st prize wid this

"They are radioactive.They have cheated us."these were the last words received from Dr. Anderson from Mars.He was the man who had used the concept of "Tree representation in Memory" to design a network through which all human brains in the world could be connected.

Knowledge was no longer a secret.It was only the application of knowledge that made one man different from the other.At first, people were anoyed with Dr. Anderson.Defence secrets were leaked.But the fast pace of scientific developments since the invention of memory network,the 'MEMOCAB', had let to its acceptance.

It is 2020 A.D. Dr. Anderson has been captured by the aliens.They are extracting his memory through specially designed Matrix wires and storing it on their computers.His brain , linked to all other human brains is revealing the secrets of mankind.

People have started to forget.Memories wiped forever.NASA has been destroyed.Havoc wreaked.The human society looks up to Dr. James as their only saviour- a friend and colleague of dr. Anderson.He has been sent to mars on a suicidal mission.

Dr. James lands on Mars.He finds Anderson helplessly entangled in wires.His GHS-197 gleamed in its holster,the newly invented super kill contraption with human sensors.A million thoughts raced through his minds. "How could I kill Andy- my childhood friend? How do I ditch people who expect me to save them? What if I am caught in my way back?"
same thoughts again....
"Who am I and who is this person in front of me?"

The Swan Song

BG:I had tried hard for a long time to take a release from my 1st project
But when i finally got that, these were the words I penned down in my parting mail.


Today I face the chosen ray
They have risen to "rightsizing"
My LAST WISHES have been granted
I have been blessed with a graceful exit

No more excels from the team
No more calls at BT time
No more "urgent requirements" from Trina
No more cases to be closed

Why I stare at my empty chair
Why am I unwilling to part with my codes so dear
Why I long for Atul's nonsense(read support) 24*7
Why I wait for short teabreaks and late lunches

I have wings and "TIME" to fly
To talk,sing and dance
But today I stand perplexed
still not ready to move

I guess all firsts in life have this effect
First love,first company,first project....
so I take this oppotunity
To sincerely thank my first team-mates...

Chained...

I woke up to darkness
The world was asleep
Swarmed by indifferent dead bodies
following one another

I tried to talk
My innocence questioned standards
They termed me a non-confirmist
I was muffled

I tried to sing
the song of justice
They called me a rebel
I was stifled

I tried to dance
the dance of glory
I stumbled against the norms
I was frozen

Now i take the troden path
i turned taciturn(dumb)
i no longer complain
i am COMFORTABLY CHAINED!!!