For Heavens Above

Post mid sem fever with courses :P

2009-09-30T00:38:00.000-07:00

Kabhi dimaag lagaya,
kabhi paas wale ka churaya,
par ek baat hamesha thi,
sab mein sala bada maja aaya.

par fir ek roz aaya,
ki na mein mug paya,
na kisi ka utha paya,
aur tab mere kadrdaan, prof ko sunaya.

jab tab bhi dil ko thandak na aaya,
to fir bhagwan ko manaya,
par woah bhi bohot kamina,
usne bhi mera kataya.

gusse mein ein raavan hi jalaya,
prof. to ab bhi hai maje mein,
bas dil mera jalaya... bohot bura jalaya ...

Summer @ IITB 09

2009-07-13T11:29:00.000-07:00

It has been just under an year when I last wrote, but then it had to be sometime. So, here's something I've had been through this summer @ IITB.

Here it goes "

Okey, first things first. FOOD. When I came back to IITB, my first concern was to fill up my stomach. With the current state-of-(f)art messes that we are bestowed upon, I surely did not wanted to eat chole-bhatoore for some 41^st consecutive thursday of my life. Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything was given to me by hotel-13 mess. One of the rare entities in this cosmos, which gives you all three features: Cheap, Beautiful and Durable. I had my part for the first month of stay with awesome food. More on this later, from my second month, when I did not join 13.

Days shall pass and so they did. With LAN on IITB, I had my chance for the first time to begin my HIMYM journey and, bang : directly to the fourth season. , finished in the first month. Besides, clearly visible form my DC upload slots, people here were the same. With my evenings in the wonderful grounds that we have, my day used to finished pretty well, with an IPL match. My power to make any team loose from howsoever good condition, literally got me killed from the students I was working with.

Well, work also had to be done. On a serious note, my my professor, Mr X1 ( X2 shall be called the second one, under whom I worked next month), was pretty helpful and guided us well. That is very important aspect for a second year'ite as one does not know the subject very well. For me, the coding part was essential, and we were very well guided by our Professor. In spite of all the things that you can enjoy @ IITB, work when-it-is-time-to-work is a must. It is necessary as well as important for oneself to learn as much as possible at this period. Make sure you do not goof-up this part and also that you are refreshed whenever you work.

A month passed by in no time. With a lot of new lessons on my side now, I surely wanted to go with the same spirits into the next month. But then, who says life's fair.

July : With morning bells now ringing 3 hours later than the first month, the aim of my life was to hunt for food. My first hunger quench was fulfilled by a glass of juice at BJC or by lunch at Gullu. Every now and then a thought came : "Aaj woah bana hoga 13 mien ... kaash ... ". But then I was too lazy to go to thirteen. And this time, weekends were weekends. Two awesome trips to South Bombay and Elephanta Caves( www.picasaweb.google.com/pranjal.bordia :) ) were truly great experiences. The best part were the monkeys who'd snatch your coke from you, very skillfully open it the proper way and drink like Aamir " Sir utha ke piyo ".

DOTA(Did I mention earlier?) and HIMYM continued. Besides, having an AC room to work now, we(me and other 2 with me) also did some crazy stuff like cook in somebodys(can't reveal) home, drink milk from the packed polythene bag, shouting at Tum-Tum drivers for their flawless driving and also on "brian-lara"_cricket_paying_people in IITB Cash section. ( One of my friends even went with a girl for shopping. Ended up nodding head for next 1 hour :P ).

When I returned from a five day trip to Hamipur-Shimla-Delhi Gullu Cafeteria was blooming in its full glory. More FOOD options :) . Anyway, as work finished abruptly( don't ask why) I preponed my return tickets and left for my home after a really wonderful summer @ IITB.

One thought

2008-07-25T21:33:00.000-07:00

Liked this one, one morning sitting in my room, alone, with soft music soothing my ears, and thoughts did roll after reading this.
शहर की इस दौड़ में दौड़ के करना क्या है? जब यही जीना है दोस्तों तो फ़िर मरना क्या है? पहली बारिश में ट्रेन लेट होने की फ़िक्र है भूल गये भीगते हुए टहलना क्या है? सीरियल्स् के किर्दारों का सारा हाल है मालूम पर माँ का हाल पूछ्ने की फ़ुर्सत कहाँ है? अब रेत पे नंगे पाँव टहलते क्यूं नहीं? 108 हैं चैनल् फ़िर दिल बहलते क्यूं नहीं? इन्टरनैट से दुनिया के तो टच में हैं, लेकिन पडोस में कौन रहता है जानते तक नहीं. मोबाइल, लैन्डलाइन सब की भरमार है, लेकिन जिग्ररी दोस्त तक पहुँचे ऐसे तार कहाँ हैं? कब डूबते हुए सुरज को देखा त, याद है? कब जाना था शाम का गुज़रना क्या है? तो दोस्तों शहर की इस दौड़ में दौड़् के करना क्या है जब् यही जीना है तो फ़िर मरना क्याدٰٰ

Remember some things in stay from Udaipur after my first year, memorable time, and unleashing a lot of simple feelings, all I recapitulate is a soft rhythm. Some things, touching one, and touching all.
To put a smile, a simple one, lets have a Coffee session, how can we enjoy from the least the most and the most nourishing, Presenting

" Koffee with Kakadi "

Venue : A home, the delight of a child
Time : Wonderful home town time
So well lets begin
The basic ingredient being Milk, i.e. Dood, wonderful dood. Smell it , smell it, smell it , now take it.

Since it was a bit hot, we chose to cool it a bit ...

using the revolutionary ideas of our main chef, Miss Anisha

And if you remember any of the fairy tales, I guess one always encounters, " THE spiiiiiiillllllllllover Effects "

Nevertheless, add the basic (read: Baezik) ingredients of life, viz coffee and sugar.

And now the important step, using the correct mixer, our chef will tell you more about it ...

"Only BOSS has that power, so dekh kya rahe ho, abhi jao aur khud apna ek le aao"

Anyways, mix it.
Tip : Try to keep mixer inside or otherwise the coffee would scatter and take care.

"The Ice effect " to add beauty to the beast , :P

Victims in disguise ... hehe

Unchi dukaan

And the session ends. 100-100 rs nikaalo saalo.

P.S. Ignore the Nimbu.

Living an Arbitrary life ...

2008-07-05T15:46:00.000-07:00

Life in deserts was sandy,
Life in caves was lonely,
Life in ocean was salty,
Life in stars was resplendent,
And life in an IIT is ...

With reservations for socially challanged people coming in, and HRD clearly stating he does not care about the eliteness going down, I'd do not wan to write about this topic in this post.

I'd rather choose some thing like " Hey Pranjal, Lucy has asked you a question"

Awesome !!
wtf, I am not born on this earth to answer Lucy's questions ... or am I ? The question seems really bad but let me make you look into a deeper insight of life for the greater cause of humanity by this question. And before I begin, lemme also tell you, you are not going to understand this.
See, Lucy is an unknown person, so Lucy does not matter to you ... oops ! sorry, wrong conclution. Lucky is an unknown person and she's a girl. So Lucy matters to you and how lucky of you that Lucy has asked YOU, the "chosen one" her question. How on the earth does it matter if HRD is asking somebody who does not understand him/herself to make you understand something. Afterall, you already know so much that you are asnwering Lucy's question, right?

With that in mind, I guess I need no further examples or comments about this matter.
Have arbitrary day
Cheers
Pranjal (Obviously, or is it not?)

PS Vista Sucks

One Blog to put 'em all

2008-05-04T04:18:00.000-07:00

This one is to put everything I want to from the two years.
After 11th was a Mithapur Camp. It was nice. We enjoyed it. ( Somebody asked me to be simple in the blog). We had drama as well and infinite masti.
Then 12th began. Shrimali sir took a test for preperation of pre-pre-board examination. Then we had our pre-board I, II, III; we soon enough found out, it is time for boards. Then, they got over, i screwed my JEE, "bio-wale" went to kota and some went abroad. We came to IIT.
Sankalp happy ??

The good old two years

2008-05-02T02:22:00.001-07:00

So I write my first article. And i guess, it is perfect to write about my two years, in The Study, 11 n 12th, which i guess has all ingredients and even has all spicy things from St Pauls, my alma mater.
Off late, I've come to know from unknown sources (viz Sufy, Anisha and some others), that I've been real time RUDE to teachers, batch-mates and every living or non-living thing over there.
It starts with one thing, yes, indeed, one thing, of not telling my dad, that I am joining a co-ed school. With many of my friends rolling in, it actually didn't seem much of a difference between SPS n The study in terms of my friends. Even Siddharth joined it in 11th. ( and in SCIENCE, with some of his 'close' friends).
Soon after, the ubiquitous ever powerful speeches of the incomparable unchallenged saga of Shrimali sir, BEGAN. The very first day started with a mammoth diagram on the board of all realms of physics, and that we'll be starting with Special theory before newton's laws.Everybody HAPPY. Oh man !!
Soon after however, he began with, what he can, and we came to believe what we had heard.
And the rest is all history ...

and the bullet leaves ...

2008-04-29T12:25:00.000-07:00

Yes, I have started my blog for a number of things. Before that, lemme tell what I do not do here and what I am not.
I am not a person with a delightful insight into the otherwise seemingly not so delightful patterns of life. Nor am I someone who has a tiptop English. I do not have much fundaes of life, so as to write a blog or entries over the "HAPPENING" girls or gorillas. Nor can I mostly amuse you with my basic writing skills.
Ok, for all those who know me, I guess this is where one might find what one otherwise could have had found out otherwise.
For others, all I have is some photos that I keep clicking with my weird imagination; that what I call good may not even seem sad :(} to you.
I write this over here, honestly speaking, to keep a track of what I felt, observed, peeled and bore.