Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
I was watching this ad on TV the other day. It was Government of India sponsored ad; something about men staring at women also considered as sexual harassment. Also I saw a news article on Times Now about a blog where women get together to stop sexual harassment and did some dharna type things in Mumbai, mostly concentrating on staring. I missed the blog address. If anyone knows of it please let me know in the comments. Anyway after all that, I thought I shall tell my tale regarding this topic; an incident that happened when I was preparing for JEE.
For those who don’t know, IIT-JEE coaching is a big deal in AP and people stay in hostels and all and drop years together just to make into these portals. So the year I dropped to prepare for JEE, most of my classmates were hostellers. We were 70 odd people in our class and only 4 of us were girls, out of which most days I was the only one attending classes, especially after classes for clarifying doubts. This was the time when all hostellers were supposed to sit and study, and one of the employees there was keep a guard over them. This guy comes from the boys’ hostel.
One day when I was writing our weekly exam in my class, that guy happened to be the invigilator and he just kept staring at me. He made me feel uncomfortable and I packed the idea and continued my paper. All of a sudden I looked across my table and one of my competitors was busily writing and occurred to me that he doesn’t have this extra pressure on his mind and can of course write the paper better than me. I didn’t want to take this anymore so I got up and walked out, went my campus in-charge and told her there is this guy who’s making me uncomfortable and its troubling my paper. She immediately changed him and everything was peaceful.
So I thought, until he was constantly causing trouble whenever I stayed back for clarifying doubts. This time it angered me considering the fact that I had complained once. But I just gave him a hard stare and let it go for a couple of days. Soon enough he never took my warning and I got really angry. I walked up to my in-charge and blasted her by saying that when I complain against such a sensitive issue I expect her or anyone to take action. Even if it is just staring it is harassment. I was feeling harassed continuously all the while in my classroom. She said she’ll do something and calmed me down.
She told me I could sit in another room if I liked. Now this is crazy, why should I change where I was? Anyway I did that, sat in another room. But apparently, that guy didn’t get any warning. He would stand outside the room and keep staring. Now I understood this was getting out of hand and a mere change of place for me wouldn’t do, he needed something really hard. I went to my in-charge and told her she was useless, that she can’t even scold an employee under her. Luckily, that day, the chief of my city branches had come to our campus. I told her I am going to him and giving him a complete complaint.
She told me I was unnecessarily making a fool of myself and also a complaint on him would heavily affect his life and asked if I wanted to be the reason for making his life miserable. My reply was, firstly I am not making a fool of myself, I don’t care what people were thinking about me and it mattered to me that he didn’t trouble me anymore, and secondly, I had given him enough chances and if there is anyone who is making his life miserable, it is she who didn’t give him an appropriate warning. I went to that head of ours and told his calmly, without any sort of agitation, that there was this guy from the boys’ hostel who is causing me trouble and that I don’t want him in my premises. Sure enough, I never saw him again, but heard that he was made to stay back at the hostel and was asked never to come to our campus again.
I think each of us, victims, has to speak up against any kind of harassment, however mild it is, whether at workplace or at our colleges. Wherever it is, we must speak up, because no one else is going to help us. Considering my in-charge’s response, looks like even women are not going to help other women. We must try to change that too, by becoming more sensitive to other’s problems, more sensitive as women rather than just humans and also stop that trying-to-keep-out-of-trouble idea. Even the guys, they can help first by not harassing us and second, by speaking up against those who do.
To whoever reading this post, girls, stand up against what’s happening to you, no point keeping your mouth’s shut; guys, please respect women and support the cause. Respecting women is part of our tradition and culture.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Ok let’s get started with the ideas behind the circle theory.
Most of us know that there are three schools of thought regarding man n god... Dvaita, Advaita and Vishishtaadvaita... hope I spelled right. I believe in the Advaita theory; that is god and man are one and the same... in fact all is one... and that one is god... he whole universe is one...
Now... if all of us are a part of god then why is it that we can’t understand each other completely? Why do we have differences in our way of thought and perception?
The “Arini” theory...
I always thought the answer was that we cud picture god as a huge burning fire and each of us is a spark or an “Arini”. When we flare up we are born and when the spark dies out so do we. And as you can see the lifespan of a spark is too small compare to the flame. The flame is eternal. No spark is alike; it’s unique in its own way. The amount of time it stays up and the height to which it goes is all special to it. This theory explains almost all my queries. But then I was in search of a different theory; a theory mainly to tell me about the difference in perception and not of life n lifespan n heights and all.
The Circle theory...
Geometry to the rescue. Let god be a circle; a huge circle. Now it serves the purpose of being eternal with no beginning or end. Each of us is a point on the circle. It serves the purpose of having infinitely many points on a circle or creations of god. We are all part of him. In fact all of us together form him. Now, let perceptions be the tangents. Every tangent is a tangent at a point. So every person has a perception. Tangents are lines and they meet each other. So people’s thoughts often are similar and they agree with each other. Some agree soon enough if the tangents meet close by, and some argue for a long time till they agree if the tangents meet far off, and some don’t agree at all if the tangents are almost parallel.
But, every tangent meets the circle only once. I mean to say that every person’s perception is unique. They may coincide a few times after some talking together. But, they will not entirely coincide always. They can’t be two people who are alike in every way. Sure, points close by have a lot in common; they may have many similarities, but, not exactly the same.
Well... I think its cool... I am looking for suggestions and points to be raised so tat I can get more doubts and reform the theory more. You know, every time I repeat the theory I make changes. So maybe one fine day I would have made enough changes to make it an acceptable theory and submit a paper to some theological society. :P
Now for the history and technology thingy... you know what... after the circle theory this one sounds so uncool... hmmm... I think this is enuf for a day... today I still have to write a story... as for this theory... may be sometime later... when I am in the mood for it...
Well... well... one more day passed by... me got up late n went to bed early.. in the little time in between watched two movies and played with Photoshop and designed a coupla dresses... aaand ate a lotta chocolate... so when I was trying to crash last night I thought of all prospective things I cud do today.. Blog a bit... write a story... chk my mails... chat with available ppl... hmmm... btw... those movies I saw... “Morning Raga” which is a beautiful story of lives entangled in music... and “The Librarian” its one of those fantasy movies that I love no matter how old I am... but may be this time I was smarter... this is the third time I am watching and I found two major mistakes in the movie... lemme state them for those who’ve seen it... if you haven’t jus pack this blog.. Coz I cant explain a whole movie now....... so... one is the scene where they have to get a piece of the spear inside the ancient Mayan pyramid-ish thing I dunno what you call it... anyway... they jump on to a glass piece and then they “waltz” their way across the fire tipped arrows.... now how is that?? Did the Mayans know such perfect waltz then? And the second one is at the Buddhist monastery on kailash hill... As far as my knowledge goes kailash hill is not to be climbed protecting the religious beliefs of the localities... so anyway... the has to answer the question of the name of god... now... he says his answer is “ME” and answers it in devnagari lipi... now tell me... don’t you think the answer shud have been “AHAM”....??
Anyway...today is a new day... So here I am blogging... I have nothing to write nothing to say... oh... wait... I cud actually make my blog more creative and productive by putting down my thoughts instead of jus writing crap that goes on daily in my life... so lemme write them down.... but before I let you in on my ideas... lemme warn you... my blogsite address itself states “slishacrazy”... you can agree or disagree with my theories and all suggestions are most welcome.. But jus remember I aint doin my PhD thesis... they are jus thoughts...
One of them has been in my head for long... lemme call it the circle theory of god...
And the other jus popped up in my head while I was answering a question in my hss paper... the question was abt the inter relationship between history and science.
Lemme jus make that a new post...
Monday, December 04, 2006
It was 6 o’clock in the evening when I decided to go to
So there I was going to
As soon as I got down the bus at the main gate I took an auto to Chennai central and reached there in about 40 mins. The time was 12 noon and my train’s at 1.15. The train hasn’t even arrived yet. So I went to hot breads and got myself a pizza. Then I walked over to a book store browsed through many and finally bought a coupla magazines. Now the time was 12.25 and the train arrived. Then I found my coach and my seat. Sat down comfortably and wondered what to do. Then I remembered there were just three people who knew I was leaving Chennai and only one of them is still in IIT. So I started messaging all my friends “me on train now... jus saying bye... tata..”. The response from most was surprise. Some of them even called up to ask how the hell and when I decided.
Soon the train moved on. I got into little conversation with my co passenger, read the two magazines I bought, listened to Evanescence, Marilyn Manson and Dhoom 2 on my Ipod; and finally I it was 19.55 when I reached
That’s it. that was it. What else were you expecting? A UFO to stop the train an abduct me? And superman to fly by and rescue me?
Well...well this was my journey to
Friday, December 01, 2006
as the day passed by... i came to know i am going to Bangalore.. my train ticket was booked in seconds and minutes later i was holding my ticket in my hand... whoa... Internet rocks...
so anyway... i got onto thinking what to pack and what to leave... last yr this time... i took everything home.... all my baggage... now... none of us was...so i guess i need not too... meaning... i am gonna come back anyway... that thought hit me... now... i live here... it gave me goosebumps...
and then i washed some clothes which i ain't taking home... and then packed all that i had to... and then cleaned up... all this while watching a beautiful movie... 50 first dates... sounds crazy.. but after i finished watching i realised that i actually watched it earlier... loooong time ago... anyway it was a great movie....
and then i looked at my status msg on gtalk... looked at my orkut acctn... looked at my blog... looked at my comp... my bed... pictures on the wall... my room... and it felt so nostalgic... i mean... i know i am leaving for just a month... but then... it was a MONTH.... and i felt like i was leaving home... for someplace i dint really know... Bangalore... go out have fun they say... go out where... with whom...
for someone like me who is so close to home... i just dint feel like leaving this place...i wanted to stay right here... i wanted to miss my train tomorrow... i realised i love this place.. i still remember when i first came here... my first days i hated it here... cribbed so much... abt ppl.. abt acas... abt work... abt area... abt everything... now i have grown to like it... and then love it.... just 3 sems down.... but it feels to me like... omg i got only 5 sems down the lane.... and then what am i gonna do... how will i ever leave this place... forever.... when i left school after 10th i was like why did it have to be this way... why couldn't it go on.... i wish the same now... i know its just 3 sems n i am off for just 1 month.... it still means a lot to me....
i really wanna go back home... Visakhapatnam... but i cant...not right now.... that's what I've been saying all along.... but now... this very min... i don't wanna leave.... my home
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
chk http://www.poeticbyway.com/philo.htm for the essay...
the original poem:
[First published in 1845]
Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Here goes my own extension on the lines of "The Philosophy of Composition"...
As i sat there calm and pondering, staring and the Raven wondering
If it's the cosmos, conspiring, sent the Raven to my door
Wishing for the bird to depart, regret filled, in my empty heart
Why! Oh why! did i have spoken of the maiden named Lenore
Spoken of the sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore
Only to hear "Nevermore"
And the Raven still is sitting, with demoniac eyes staring
And my empty heart regretting, I lay fretting on the floor
Staring at the thing of evil; prophet still, if bird or devil
And the Raven still is sitting, on the bust above my door
And is saying from the placid bust above my chamber door
"Nevermore!" and "Nevermore!"
Suggestions are always welcom :)
Arthur Hailey’s “Wheels”
– A ninth angle of the eight cylinders
“Wheels” is an interesting work of fiction by Arthur Hailey. Set in the 1960s or 1970s with the back drop of, Detroit, Michigan – “the Motor City, auto capital of the world”, it serves as a very informative read for an engineer. It revolves around the struggling personal and professional lives of individuals in various levels of hierarchy in the automobile industry, more specifically, one among the “Big Three”, Ford. It involves the entangled lives of almost everyone who can link their life to the word ‘car’, from the chairman of the company to the executives in the design and engineering, plant managers, assembly line workers, used cars salesmen, machine parts manufacturers, spare parts suppliers and even to car racers.
Though according to the Detroit Sunday Times, this book is filled with “action, suspense, excitement, glamour and drama…”, we shall be over-looking all that and concentrate on a very different perspective, the humanist aspect and how all those individuals involved in the different levels of the automobile industry have their lives churned within the eight cylinders.
In relevance to our course, Humanities in Technological Age, this book is an excellent example to illustrate the fact that for a person, whether intelligent or ignorant, a humanistic point of view is a very necessary component for mental peace and a happy life. The one who strikes the right balance between family and profession leads a happy life. But it’s tricky, like a juggler’s act. All of them fight; some lose; some change tracks; some quit; some win!
Let us look at some of the important characters in the book to illustrate a few humanist points by browsing through their struggle and their final fate; those individuals being Adam Trenton, Rollie Knight, Brett DeLosanto and Matt Zaleski.
“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy”. Adam Trenton, Advanced Vehicles Planning Manager, Product Development Unit of Ford, he was a very successful man in at his work. But as far as his personal life was concerned, he had a failing marriage to Erica, a woman young enough to be his daughter. His work was very demanding and just like any other top echelon in the automobile industry went on struggling for perfection. With every single day, his work load increased, his days and night were consumed by newer and newer projects like the Orion or the Farstar, and his concern for his family disappeared until Erica lost all hopes.
“Where have all the flowers gone? Where the love, the life, the vanished idyll of Adam and Erica Trenton, young lovers not so long ago? O where, O where!”
It pushed her into wild ideas like extra-marital affairs and shop lifting. Not until was she arrested that Adam opened his eyes to the damage to his personal life.
The automobile industry is so demanding with the markets so competitive and the technology ever-changing, that it makes men insensitive to anything except cars as Erica rightly pointed out. Like for instance when at a race, one of the company’s cars crashed killing its driver and the very next day another car of that same company won the race, the company executives celebrated the victory without the slightest remembrance of the deceased. At this point Erica pointed out to all those executives
“You don’t live – we don’t live – for anything but cars and sales and winning. And if not all the time, then most of it. You forget other things. Such as, yesterday a man died here. Someone we knew. You are so full of winning: ‘Win on Sunday!’… He was Saturday… You’ve forgotten him already…”
She had in fact, voiced out all the wives present there
But eventually, Adam Trenton realized the importance of love and care in one’s life and even considered leaving the automobile industry to save his marriage. In the end, he had both the loves of his life, Erica and cars, and all the happiness he could ask for. He won!
Most of the laborers in the assembly line were blacks, who were bossed around by foremen, often white. Racist hatred was deeply rooted. Not many blacks made it to the top. If they did, or even if they were friendly with the whites, they were marked as “white niggers” or other offensive names by other blacks.
In this book there are two blacks. One was Rollie Knight, who roamed the streets and got his bread by drug trafficking. He was hired in the “hard-core” hiring programme (a programme initialized my auto companies where in they attempt to employ those – mostly black - who have been “tragically and callously been unemployed for years”) into Ford’s assembly line. The other is Leonard Wingate, an executive in the Personnel Unit of Ford, who struggled to help others from his race, those who didn’t have the advantage of a good education like he had.
Wingate threw some new light on the difficulties that arise from trying to help the blacks to rise above their economic standards.
“A lot of people we’ve hired under the programme have never, in their lives before, kept regular hours. Mostly they had no reason to. Working regularly, the way most of us to, breeding habits: like getting up in the morning, being on time to catch a bus, becoming used to working five days of the week. But if you’ve never done any of that, if you don’t have habits, it’s like learning another language; what’s more, it takes time. You call it changing attitude, or changing gears.”
I had never thought of those and I was dumb struck by his theories. These words got me thinking, that what we normally consider as common sense is not so common for them. We didn’t get it from birth; rather we got it from our upbringing and our society. And to expect someone to act like one of us just because we have given a job and money is foolishness. There is a saying that God helps those who help themselves. It implies that even God cannot help those who don’t help themselves. But what about those who cannot? Who will help them? Also, there are many forces in their environment that pull them back to their misery or worse.
In the case of Rollie Knight, it turned out to be worse. He worked for money to begin with. Though he gave up once he soon returned to his work and along came sincerity. He stayed in a house, with a woman who kept house and weekly wages, with which she bought bread for them and furniture for the house. He began to live a life, only remotely close to what we refer to as normal. Still, it was a start.
But society was bitter. Just when he began having faith in the system, he lost it. Soon he went into betting which slowly dragged him into drug trafficking. Soon the system sucked him in, even though he struggled to stay out of it. He was threatened into taking part in robbery which unknown to Rollie was a reprisal by the Black Mafia against the Detroit Mafia, and unfortunately the robbery turned to murder. When he realized that, he gave up hopes on everything, the very survival. Soon enough, the consequence was his death in the hands of the Detroit Mafia. He quit.
Though Wingate struggled hard to give his less fortunate brothers a new lease of life; not just a second chance but how many ever it took, not many benefited. Not just because they did not struggle as much, but mostly because they had other constraints on life like the environment they lived in and the generations of suppression.
Some Changed Tracks
People often realize what they did for a living is not what they really want to do, even if they enjoy it. Whether they have a perfect balance between personal and professional life, it didn’t really matter. Brett DeLosanto, who worked as a designer in the Design-Style Centre of Ford was a flamboyant man who dressed bright and was full of innovative ideas. He was good at speech and could turn around anyone to his point of view. Also he was a man of in-built leadership. Though as a design student in LA Art Centre College of Design, he always thought cars were his life, as an employee in Ford, he had second thoughts.
He never showed signs of unhappiness but he never got time to spare on his paintings and very little for his girl friend, Barbara Zaleski. He felt he could be a happier man in the world outside the auto industry where his leadership would be better used; like may be in the politics.
“I don’t think car manufacturers, who do so much long range planning for themselves, have done more than a thimble of planning and service for the community they live in.”
He felt he wanted to do more to the society and his job in the auto industry isn’t helping him much in that. So he quit, not the fight but the industry. He changed tracks.
Some people’s life had little involved but the auto industry. They struggled through every single day, that it became their life, whether they were happy or not. Matt Zaleski, assistant plant manager in a Ford assembly plant, was veteran but his work was weary. He has a stressful work environment where he has to tackle directly with the laborers along the assembly line. His problems include technical failures, quality and most importantly racism. A simple word taken in the wrong sense could result in a walk out. Every night he feels he “spent another day of his life inside a pressure cooker”. Since his wife’s death he had little personal life. His daughter, Barbara, working in an advertisement company that demands a lot of her time, tried to spend much time with him but his continual conflicts with her boy friend, Brett, often ended up bitter. He had worked all his life in that very plant and his health slowly failed him. According to doctors, the auto industry sucked up too much of a person’s life.
“I get a good many patients from that source (the manufacturing plant of an auto industry). Too many. Its always seemed to me like a battle ground out there, with casualties.” (The doctor speaking to Barbara)
Matt had suffered strokes which caused damage in his right brain and caused paralysis in the left of his body, thus, rendered him immovable. He was a man who gave his all, his service and his family ties to the auto industry. In the end, he received nothing in return accept for an ill-fated, bed ridden life till he dies. He lost.
Some more remarks
There are some other aspects also that the author introduced through this book, that make one think twice; some revolutionary ideas and thoughts.
The author put forth some ideas that actually help economically backward people. Manufacturing cheap farm machinery and marketing it over seas to technologically backward counties not only gets a profit but also helps those people. Hank Kreisel, parts manufacturer of automobiles, devised a hand-operated threshing machine and hoped that Ford would help in mass production and export. But places like Detroit don’t see from others eyes.
“That’s half our trouble with this town: we forget those other places. Forget that people don’t think like we do. We figure, every else is like Detroit, or ought to be so whatever happens should d be our way: the way we see it. If others see different, they have to be wrong because we’re Detroit!”
While designing a car, many aspects are kept in mind. All of them are for the company’s profit, whether they agree to it or not. Even if they are designing a car that is environment friendly, it’s only to compete with the other companies. In this book the author brought out a rather different suggestion through a student of LA Arts Centre College of Design, the suggestion being numbers.
“It’s the numbers that eats us up. They undo every effort the car people make. Take safety. Safer cars are engineered and built, so what happens? More get on the road; accidents go up, not down. With air pollution, it’s the same.” “…so no matter how good anybody gets at emission control, the total pollution gets worse.”
I think this was a perfect book for all the ideals that our course is based on. The author conveyed a very strong message. The importance of humanities in this technological age is highly emphasized. The ideals of Wingate got my head reeling. So did the above point raised through the words of a young designer about the increasing numbers.
All in all, it was very informative, be it humanist or technical. Apart from all the ideas the book seeded into me, it also gave me a good knowledge of how a car is made, from the rough design drafts, to the production at manufacturing plants, to the repair and spare parts. Like every other aspiring mechanical engineer, I dreamed of the ultimate dream, to design an ‘awesome’ car (whatever that word awesome implied) and work in a big automobile industry (preferably Ford, somehow the brand name sounded appealing). This book was perfectly in tune with that dream and I could relate myself greatly to it. It turned out to be an enjoyable experience.
Friday, November 24, 2006
this post is for all those who had queries regarding my current orkut profile page.... (esp on its authenticity...)
for those who havent seen it, it goes like this...
Pranava... the word of God (John 1:1)
abt me :
IN THE beginning [before all time] was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God Himself.
- John 1:1
Prajapatir vai idam asit : In the beginning was Brahman.
Tasya vag dvitya asit : with whom was the Vak (or Sound)
Vag vai paramam Brahma : and the Vak (Sound) is Brahman"
and so on.. but this is all i am concerned right now abt....
so... yes... its true... i dint make it up... :)
the bible and the vedas suggest the same thing for the theory of the beginning of universe.... its not exactly the big bang (though we can associate with it).. but its rather a vibration that started the universe... a vibration uttered by god in the form of a sound .. or word as stated aboove... according to Hinduism... the word.. or more a sound is "OM".. this sound is also called Pranava... :)
if we have the patience and try to explore the innumerable websites that turn up on google search engine, there are quite a few such instances where the bible and the Vedas cross paths... i do not talk of other scriptures coz i had not the personal touch with any other...
but the biggest event i found which has many parallels in different religions of the world with varying degrees of similarity is the Flood or something similar to it... anyway... basicaaly its abt a huge catastrophe where everyone is killed except the chosen few...
be it Manu in Vedas or the Bible's Noah or the Chinese Fah-he or the Egyptian Toth or the Roman Deucalion and other similar acctns in mexican and other beliefs... for more info on this chk out
well... i'll update upon this as an wen i get more info... if youre enthu enuf... "seek truth"... :) ( its supposedly the motto of my school, a christian protestant school run by a canadian baptist missionary)
i saw some old papers last nite.... 5 questions outta 7... wow... choice.... well... guess wat happened... we had 2 papers... 1 was theory type (Part A) for 20 marks.. 10 questions.. and time limit of 40 min... :).... great goin... the second paper was for the rest of the time... 4 questions 20 marks each... hmm... greeat going... esp.. that i can see my ma'am sitting on the table in CRC 101 in front of all of us... picking out papers... and correcting Part A...!!! well.. wel.. for her expressions on her face...
so i guess i'll jus keep my mouth shut abt how i did the rest of my paper.... :)
Sunday, November 19, 2006
info for those who haven't done their 10th from CBSE board... half our syllabus for all courses put together had been to enlighten us abt the pollution today and its harmful effects, and how we, as responsible future citizens of India and the world, help in reducing, if not eradicating it... and i had to scrap thru it since i had not much then wen i was kid with no elective subjects...
now... in IITM... they came up with innovative ideas... i believe only last yr... and they've introduced two highly intelligent and useful courses which are a must for every BTech student...
one of them is ID120... ecology and environment...
wat does it teach us... to be "Eco-warriors"... as far as my involvement n enthu that goes into it... it was one of the few courses which is strict abt attendance.... so... i attended 79.2% ... i shud have calculated better... coz all we need is 75 to write the end sem...
all the fite i put for mid sem was slisha too much... and not gud enuf... and my performance was directly proportional... and turned out to be really bad.... so this time to mug for end sem... i totally gave up on it even before i started to mug.... mugged till i felt sleepy and then crashed...
had 6 solid hrs of sleep that night... and woke up to a hot bath aaand breakfast!! wen i got the paper and started answering it felt not so bad... exam started at 9... and wen i finished it it was 9 40.... i thought it was slisha stupid... so i went thru it and checked out stuff.... 10 05.... damn it... went thru again... and marked a few more guesses that i left out.... 10 27... i better get outta this place... coz if i look up the paper again... i'll feel like guessin a few more answers wen we had 20% negative marking... by now... i saw a lot many started to leave... from other classes too... so yeah... now i kno i ain't crazy... i was being normal... so i packed...
peaceful now... bouncing with joy... yes i finished the paper.... and i dint really care how i did it... ID120 is outta my life... forever ( touch wood)... okie... lemme restate that... ID120 is outta my IIT life... ( hopefully) ....
well... i shudnt celebrate too long... its jus the beginning.... its jus 1 down 5 to go.... so better back to muggin... atleast start abt 2 in the afti.... i better.... (but thats not wat happened ofcourse....)
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
so... when for my HS406... i had to write a book reveiw.. i was glad... 1st to use it as an excuse to read a non acad book (which in my case was an intriguing work of fiction by Arthur Hailey called "wheels") and 2nd to finally force sometime to write something...
but as i began writing the reveiw i could not put away all my sarcasim n blunt remarks.... well... finally i was writing it down like an article... now wat was the diff between as article and a book review...?? i dunno... all i thought was an article is interesting while book reveiw is boring... so here i go... i started deleting all the words that added to any sort of poetic effect or my unwanted comments and tried to make it as sober as i cud... well... i guess i achieved my purpose... except fort he intro n the conclusion everything else was boooooooooring... but i managed finally... i jus hope that ma'am doesnt find it too boooooring and pack it off....
i thoroughly enjoyed writing the review... especially all those days when my roomie gfets tensed and starts mugging... i say even i am getting tensed... take a novel... cuddle up in a warm blanket and eat a chocolate.... yup... i was mugging for sure....!!! :)
the submission was today.... so....i'll put up the review soon... when i think its safe enuf.... :P
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
but too much to update on... too much has happened... it will take a while... so i jus wanted to ebb out my feelings out... on how much i miss writing... lets see if it continues... :)
Friday, August 11, 2006
Yes, I believe that success tastes sweeter after the bitter taste of failure. It sounds more like looking at the glass half full. But it is a fact.
I made it through IIT-JEE and into IIT Madras in my second attempt at it. Of course, not getting through in the first attempt is no big deal in IIT because most people make it in their second attempt. But here in Visakhapatnam, it does make up to a little news among friends and family, especially for a girl.
When I failed in my first attempt I had a few options open in front of me. I could join in a good engineering college in Visakhapatnam as is obvious from the comfortable rank I obtained in EAMCET; or I could put up a year’s effort, which is often referred to as ‘long term’. But there were complications for me. I had an older sister who was then entering here 3rd year in IIT Madras. I guess my choice was pretty much decided.
When I opted to put an extra year of effort I did face resistance from well-wishers who saw it as a risk. Yes, they wished me well. They did not want to see me struggle for another year with no guarantee for a seat in IIT when I had acquired a comfortable rank in EAMCET.
I agree, there is a considerable amount of risk factor involved here. Lets take a closer look at the possible result after long term…
• I might land up with a good rank and a good seat in one of the IITs (which eventually happened)
• I might land up with a rank but not satisfying, yet it does get me a seat.
• I might land up with a rank but not a seat in IIT
• I might not get a rank in JEE, but fair well in AIEEE and land up in an NIT.
• I might not manage to get into the IITs or the NITs, but manage a comfortable rank in EAMCET and join in a good college here, but as a junior to all my friends.
• I might screw up my JEE, AIEEE and EAMCET and land up somewhere known as nowhere.
Well… in my opinion, the last option had the least probability cause I already managed to get a reasonably good rank in EAMCET and one year of extra effort can only increase your chances but not decrease. Risk it is, but I decided to put my full efforts into it and focus only on the first option, yet brave enough to face the worst. I found support in my parents, my sister and my lecturers in my coaching center. They did not take sides, but supported me in my decision. The year went by and I managed to get a good rank and landed up in the Department of Mechanical Engineering in IIT Madras.
Now when people ask me questions like “who told you to take up long term?” or “how many hours per day did you study?” or “did you study all the year or did you work harder in the last months?” or “was a lot of hard work required?” a little smile plays on my lips. I don’t have answers for them. I just studied as much as I could without wasting time. I read the newspaper in the mornings and watched TV while I ate and that was enough for recreation. I wasn’t pushed into long term; I took it up myself. I never worked hard; I just worked and I enjoyed it. It was never “hard” when I enjoyed it. The main factor remains to be determination, determination to achieve, and to prove myself. You might want to call it identity crisis of an adolescent or ego problem that my sister is an IITian, but it helped. There were times when I failed to excel in my weekly tests and my parents were worried if I made the right choice. There were times when I ran into people I happen to know who sneered at me for my apparently foolish decision. There were times when I felt lonely and all support failed me. But I never lost faith. I had more faith in my determination than in myself. And it had never let me down.
Now, when people ask me about my success, that single word pricks my ears. Success! It was not just about getting into IIT after trampling over failure. It was also about being an inspiration to girls after me who aspire to make it to IIT in this male-dominated society. Success! The vision of my first attempt, the day when I checked my result and realized I failed passes in my mind’s eye. Yes, Success sure is sweeter after the bitter taste of failure.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
i ws searchin ...........
it ws those raindrops .....
i ws searchin....
even tat fragrence.......
n that white feather..
n a smile .........
i ws searchin............
i ws searchin .......
everythg so i ...
i cud gift ya...
on dis de.......
cudnt get anythg ............
that can b even a bit...................
closer or like...............
wat u r.............
wat ya mean 2 me............
wll here m i..........
closin ma eyes....
n prayin ................
u get wat u want......
flowers on ur way................
ma dear 18..............
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
But she had been jus more than a teacher… you kno.. like the age old phrase…”my friend, philosopher and guide”…. So even wen I din score so well in her papers… she still used to ask me abt my other papers… she realized that social happens to be one of my least fav subjects… but that never bothered… I remember… wen in the 10th pre-boards… I nearly cupped in social… she called me and said… that there is no point trying to ask me to read n read n read… she asked me to write the answer completely… she said I was too lazy to write in the paper too…
She was right you kno… I never really bothered to write all those numerous pages of answers… even a six mark question wud have an at max a page n a half… n everyone else wud ramble on n on… like Rachel… who “rambled on for 18 pages, front n back”…. Friends freaks wud kno wat I am talking abt… well… come on… if it meant so much to Ross and he still “feel asleep”… wud my dear teacher not crash while reading the same old answer over 2 or 3 pages each hajjar times….?? So my answers were always crisp n clear… but I guess I had rambled on in my boards… else I wud have probably cupped…
Me deviating from topic… yea… so… she was really cool and all… wen I was driving with a coupla friends I ran into her at the petrol bunk and she was as excited to see me as I was to see her… we cudnt talk much… so I turned up at her house a few days later… well it was nice… we spoke abt all my old classmates from school n wer they all ended up now… and then I chattered away excitedly abt my new college n hostel n life in gen… and the amazing time I have their… the pain.. the crap… everything… we spoke abt everything… from work to school to college to acads to other activities to politics to news to media to the sundry n the mundane too…
So we had a lot to talk of… and time passed by quickly… and an hour n a half passed… so I had to go… but it sure was a nice day… I’ll keep remembering it for a long time…J
Thursday, July 06, 2006
I started wearing glasses wen I was in class 5… was abt 9 yrs old… but I took to contact lenses in class 7… wen I was 11 and a half… hmmm… I cud possibly be the youngest kid in the world to take to lenses… ok… at least in India…?? My doc din hesitate a min to set me up with a pair of contacts… but I was apparently too small of age… so I nicked my eye ball once… and blood clotted terribly over my eye… that’s wat the doc said… I never even knew it…it din hurt at all… but my doc din give up on me… made me wear glasses for three days... and then put me bak on track again… never again was I troubled by them... but yea… once I guess I tore them down in class 8… not my fault…
Every two years I got a new pair of lenses… and the power increased as I grew up… and I forgot all abt glasses… I never even kept a set as spare incase something happens to my lenses… so I grew up…and wen I came to IIT… new place… so I thought I need a set of good old spectacles to assist me… so I had a pair of nerdy looking glasses… so I spent 7 n half years wearing lenses… and now that I need a new pair I went for check up… and for some tests… a day prior to the test I was required to stay without lenses…(which meant with glasses… but I din wear them since I never had them for the past 6 yrs… now that I do have… I had to…)
As it seems to me… it was diff… I cudnt do simply things like looking down without the fearing of my glasses falling off… I must say… did I not have this trouble wen I was in class 5… I was much younger then…! Simple day to day activities got disrupted and seemed outta place for me… I have grown so used to lenses… its like wearing nothin… I never feel anything in my eyes and am totally comfortable… jus like all those of you who don have a prob with eyes…. I heard not everyone takes so easily to lenses like I did… I mean… the body rejects any foreign particle… I guess it was because I started at an early age… cud be… or cud be simply because…those dreamy eyes that look towards the stars and ebb out poetry cud jus not be put behind the bars of a spectacle frame… and they put fite for freedom… to sing their song… on a sunny morn
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Well… its admission time and most of you will be off to your new college, and some of you might be staying in hostel. You know what people say about staying in hostel, especially for the first time. I for one am really attached to home and never liked going places. But I decided there was no way I was going to feel homesick when I joined IIT Madras about a year ago. After all, it’s a whole new world out there waiting for me to explore. My parents were there with me for the admission, but I was alone on my first day of classes. It won’t be so tough without them. That’s what I kept telling myself.
On my first day of college, I woke up early about 5.30 (on my own!!!). It was a bright morning and I sang to myself
“It’s a new day, a new start
It’s alive with the beating of a young heart…”
– Here I Am by Bryan Adams
Nothing can go wrong. I washed my clothes, took a bath, made up my bed, cleaned my room and I was ready for breakfast by about 7. We, girls from my department, left for mess together and had some jolly good time, chattering away and wondering how our first day is going to be like. By 7.30 we were on our cycles zooming off to classes. In all the classes we paid extreme attention to every word the professor had to say. Time passed by quickly, as we shuttled between classes with our confusing timetable and before we knew it, it was lunchtime. I wasn’t even hungry.
I was all excited; things have been going just great. It was then that I realized I was cycling alone and I lost my way. It sounds stupid now, but back then, it was easy to get lost even on a straight road. I was staring at a traffic island. Was I supposed to go right or left? I was not even familiar with traffic rules. I strained my memory and decided to go right, so I jerked my handle suddenly, cut the circle and turned right. I hadn’t even gone 2 meters when a security guard stopped me and warned me never to cut short the circle again and let me go. He was friendly and nice.
I was all bubbling with enthusiasm to tell my sister (she is a fourth year student here) about my day. She was waiting for me outside the hostel and I ran up to her. But as I reached her, I turned all blue. Wondering why was looking so down, all she did was ask what had happened, and a dam broke somewhere. I burst into tears. She hurriedly rushed me to her room where I sat crying like a five year old who fell down the stairs. My sister was exasperated trying to find out what had gone wrong. There was nothing to say. Nothing happened. It’s just that I felt like crying. I had no idea why, but I just felt like crying. I had a great day and just one more class to attend. It was almost perfect. But I felt like crying. May be I was, what they say, ‘homesick’!
That was the first time I cried in IIT Madras. And in the months to follow I cried over a hundred times. Mostly because I got myself into a bad situation or I fought with a friend or I scored less in a paper. But never again did I shed a tear in the memory of home. Why would I when I was at home, my new home!
It sure is a small world after all. And Orkut endorsed the statement in my life. For those who never heard of it, it is an online community that connects people through a network of trusted friends, committed to providing an online meeting place where people can socialize, make new acquaintances and find others who share their interests. There are many others too like hi5, Zorpia, etc. but my experiences revolve around Orkut.
When I was just checking out profiles, I stumbled onto a name that rang a bell in my head. Could it be? No. Lemme see. I scraped the guy. Is he the same guy who studied his class 6 with me? Am I the same girl who competed with him for the first rank and he came second by a quarter of a mark? I found a lost friend. Cool. So what is he doing now? Engineering in IIT Madras. Wait a minute! That’s what I am doing too! Yes, I found a long lost friend from class 6, after 7 years, over the Internet, just to find out that he is in the same institute as I am, living in the same campus. Amazing, isn’t it?
Another incident. One other time, I got a scrap from a guy whose name I recognized as a friend in class 8. After almost 6 yrs of no contact he springs up doing his engineering in IIT Delhi. And during my recent trip to north India, I took some time off to meet up with my old pal.
Sometimes, when I sit with my new friends in college and chat about old friends at school, we end up realizing there are entangled links and crossroads and chains of friendship across time. The links are sometimes confusing, sometimes plain, but always surprising.
I never cease to wonder about the miracles this world is made up of. One of those many miracles is friendship. I can never forget the way I screamed in joy when I found my old friends, or the way I felt like a school kid that I once was. The child that I am, I remembered again. I remembered not just my old friends, but my old self too.
Distance is not the only thing that separates old friends. Time too plays culprit. As time flies by we forget that little kid we played ‘hide n seek’ with who lives in the next street. But sometimes fate lands us together and rekindles the friendship. Most times, it doesn’t. So even if you don find a lost friend on Orkut, you can at least call up an old chum from school days just to say ‘hi’.
May be instead of chilling out at fast-food hang-outs, and exchanging wrist bands that say ‘best friends’, you could call up and give a blast from the past to someone you really cared years before. Hmmm… not a bad idea. What do you say?
Saturday, July 01, 2006
My feelings my own
My principles mine alone
Little I told to few n thick
Sometimes to many
So they know me better
Sometimes to many
To keep up with all
Sometimes to none
No one understands at all
Sometimes to none
Coz I am ashamed my self
Sometimes to few
Who know wat its like to be me
Sometimes to few
Coz that’s wat I really am
Most to myself
I remain an enigma
For I never understand
Wat can I expect
From those few
Who I think know me
Coz I dunno myself
Wat life brings upon me
Why do I care
Wat life brings upon me
Why shud I feel
For wat others imply for me
My feelings my own
My principles mine alone
I do not wish for others to follow
Neither shall I follow others
I am wat I am
That’s wat I am
My feelings my own
My principles mine alone
Friday, June 30, 2006
So… its name is ‘godavari’… good one really… no violence… not too much drama… was fun… good talent… pure time pass… and you’ll get the tickets even in the last min… peaceful… a good laugh... a happy ending… now that’s a movie I’d like to watch…
But I went for a 2nd show… so no Internet for me last nite… hmmm… wud I skip a movie for Internet...? Seriously… I wud… hee hee… not much of a movie freak am I...?? But don be mistaken… I watch hajjar movies day n nite on TV… but i jus don get why Siri din like it.... and i sint gonna let that bother me... i liked it... That’s it for now… I still aint done with those testimonials I owe… tata…
You know that’s the prob. When my life is interesting and all happening, I jus don have the time to write a blog. And when I do have time to blog, nuthin is happening. Hmmm… may be I shud work on a book I thought of writing. It’s interesting, but a book needs lotta patience. Though deeps says I got lotsa patience I aint too sure of that. I started about 20 books in my life. And I don think anything got even close to half, forget it.
There was one book on my school life, one on my coaching center, and one on a spy, one on 2 friends, one on a murder and revenge, one on extraterrestrial life, one on 5 little girls, one on moody things, one on blind girl, one on… and finally now, one on my 1st year….J
Oh I jus remembered. I owe 2 ppl their testimonials on Orkut. I’ll go write them up instead of writing crap on my blog. Chal… tata…
Monday, June 26, 2006
We planned for a 14day trip. I aint too much of a traveler so I had a lotta trouble digesting the fact that we’ll be gone for weeks. But then we did go. On 12th June we took off by plane to hyd and stayed for a few days. We went to Basar on one of those days. And I even got to hang out with a few of IITM hyd junta on one of the days. Then we went to Delhi to directly get on a tour bus. This bus is supposed to take us to Shimla to Manali to Rohtag pass to Kulu to Chandigarh and back to Delhi in 6days.
I missed a point. The bus. Well. I get sick in bus. But I can manage… on plane road. My sis too is shaky with buses. So we went to Shimla by that bus, not plane road, but Ghat road. We were supposed to continue to Manali. But we freaked out and stubborn at that. Soooo… We dropped off in Shimla. Searched high and low, but no accommodation available. So we took a bus down to Chandigarh. Stayed in my dad’s bank guesthouse for 2 days, and in the tour hotel for another two days. And finally joined the tour bus from Chandigarh to Delhi.
So that was the funny part. Aint so funny? I demand you laugh.
Anyway that’s not the end of the trip. We reached Delhi. The next day we went flew to Varanasi. Stayed there for a coupla days. Came back to Delhi. Here I met a blast from the past, an old school friend whom I lost touch for nearly 6 yrs. And finally we flew to hyd where sis flew to Bangalore and we flew to Vizag. And btw… planes make sis sick, and my ears ache.
So basically, by road I get sick, by air my ears split, by train? Well train aint so bad. Except even after I get off it I feel the rhythmic rocking for at least 24 hrs. I never traveled by sea, but I am sure it’ll make me sick.
Not much of a traveler, am I?
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Vacation – one of the smaller joys of life
Yup! Vacation time it is! When I read the article on vacation in the last edition of education plus I realized that I have never in my life looked forward to vacation so much as I did this summer. No, not even as an elementary school kid, when we had power cuts and we used to assemble in those sultry evenings to play ‘hide and seek’ or ‘chain cut’ or some other game created in the spur of moment.
Well. I don’t do that kid stuff anymore. But still vacation meant a lot to me this summer. It meant that I could watch TV, take time to leisurely go through the news paper, meet up with old friends and share what happened in the last few months, find out what’s new and happening in the world outside IIT, check out the changes in Vizag and the new fast food places that sprung up… But this is all just the topping on the salad.
The salad itself is that I could eat home made food, sleep for nearly 7 to 8 hours a day and need not wash my clothes for the next three months. I am home again. It was an amazing feeling to be back in my niche. And have practically nothing to do. I just could not remember when was the last time I was doing “nothing”.
Life teaches you to appreciate the smaller things in a harder way. In a competitive world one has to cope up with a fast paced life. A life of academics, extra curricular activities, and even household chores of cleaning your room, washing your clothes, living on sometimes 3-rarely 6-often 5 hours of sleep, skipping breakfast, rushing through lunch between classes, meeting deadlines and running around everywhere. The feeling of achievement when you submit an assignment or complete a design is amazing, but it a takes a toll on you. This is when we learn to appreciate the “doing nothing” thing and the period called vacation in its truest sense.
Yup! No more worries for three months. Just relax and take your time to have fun and appreciate the world around you before once again you are engulfed by the tides of time and work. Till then, keep rocking!!! ***
published in the vishakhapatnam edition on 12th june 2006 in The Collegian, The Educationplus, The Hindu
The results are out!
Well… if writing an exam is one thing then waiting for the results is yet another thing. Recently, when I heard about the IIT-JEE results it made me travel back in time to about a year ago. It was a moment of celebration for my family and me. But most certainly it was festive time in my coaching center. Sweets were distributed; students were given the day off; people were moving everywhere congratulating and cheering; crackers were burst; and people were rejoicing. One step was crossed. There was much more to do.
Now began the more difficult task of selecting the branch and place, depending on my rank. Well, it was more confusing than it seemed because this decision better be good as I am about to spend a good four to five years of my life in that IIT.
There was an endless list of the various streams of engineering degrees offered and their previous year’s trend in a booklet provided by IIT. We poured into that booklet and formed a long list (which was actually ‘short listed’ from the original list) of what I might possibly want to take and get.
To select the place was an easier task considering the choice was just one out of seven. But still, we talked to a few students from the various IITs about the food and the hostel. My list further shortened.
We even emailed a few professors from these institutes. Surprisingly, almost all of them took time to reply to the mail, personally explaining about the kind of food and stay I would be provided with and how comfortable I would be considering that I hail from Vizag.
With what seemed like a well-thought final list we went for the counseling, where yet again I was amazed at the hospitality shown by IIT. They arranged for a small but dedicated group of professors to help us with our choice list explaining doubts and clearing myths. By the time we submitted our list most of us were certain of what we might land up with, so the wait for these results didn’t seem long.
Then there was an elaborate procedure of admission, which was quite reasonably dealt with. There were a couple of banks having branches within the campus and were more than willing to provide us with 0 balance accounts and study loans. I am compelled to praise IITs once again for their hospitality to conduct an orientation programme for all the new comers. This is when I really found out how huge my campus is. I spent about half a day walking all over the place to see those huge machines and devices I didn’t really understand.
With me all settled in my hostel room and all set to attend my first day of lectures, my parents left. Finally, I was in IIT, all on my own, as what they called a ‘freshie’. But the finality in the statement is far less from true. It was not an ending. In fact, it was a beginning - a beginning of a new phase in one’s life where one learns more than just in the classroom; where one broadens one’s perspective and enhances one’s attitude and outlook towards life. So all the best to all you people out there who are about to step into portals of an IIT.