tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61945464911190937372024-03-20T02:28:18.060+05:30Inner TunesStraight from within...Rakesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034147409066121272noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6194546491119093737.post-44751862741877020882012-06-23T00:33:00.001+05:302012-07-02T09:48:47.718+05:30Being Entrepreneurial, Daily<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">People often ask me what this </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">entrepreneurial spirit</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
is all about, something that, we have all heard, is unique to Stanford
and the Silicon Valley. "Being entrepreneurial doesn't just mean
starting companies”, says Chris McCann, co-founder of StartupDigest,
“It’s really a life philosophy and culture. The normal people I know are
doing the same thing they were a year ago, complain about their bosses,
don’t have anything to do when they are bored, and just lead general
less interesting lives. But the incredible entrepreneurs I know have
interesting hobbies, are excited by the future, learn about completely
random topics, and have exciting things going on all the time in their
lives."</span></div>
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the spirit of this place - exciting things going on all the time. In
the 9 months that I have been here, I have learned tennis and squash,
picked up playing the keyboard, taken lessons in social ballroom
dancing and hip hop, improved as a swimmer, helped organize talks by public figures,
cooked a variety of Indian dishes, made a lot of new friends, and
interacted with a bunch of leaders, entrepreneurs and celebrities, in
addition to doing the usual research, courses and assignments. Every day
I wake up, I try to indulge myself in something new, try to make my day
memorable, so that at the end of it, I can go to bed satisfied, with a
smile on my face.</span></div>
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this is something that I would love to see everyone doing - indulging
in something new, every day. I realized it only recently, but believe
me, life’s too short to get stuck with a boring routine. If you think you’ve
got stuck in your lives, get yourself out of the rut. Pick up a new
pastime. Or make a new friend. Or visit a new place. Or play a new
sport. Or learn a new topic. Or try out a new gadget. So that when people
ask you “What’s up?”, you have a different answer to give them, every
single time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">This
is an article that I recently wrote for my school juniors, to be
published in a souvenir that my school (De Paul School, Berhampur,
Odisha) is bringing out on the occasion of its Silver Jubilee. You are
requested to think from the perspective of a high school student (Class
9-10) while reading this article.</span></span><br />
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I happened to come across a <a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/eng/simon_sinek_how_great_leaders_inspire_action.html">TEDx talk</a> by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simon_Sinek">Simon Sinek</a>, the author best known for developing <span style="font-style: italic;">The Golden Circle</span> and popularizing the concept of <span style="font-style: italic;">Why</span>, that inspired me to write this article. Simon narrated this interesting story<span style="font-size: 100%;">:</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;">All
of us know the Wright Brothers - the men credited with inventing and
building the world's first successful airplane. But most of us do not
know Samuel Pierpont Langley. In the late 19th/early 20th century, when
building a powered flight was a hot topic of research and development,
Samuel Pierpont Langley had everything of what we assume is the recipe
for success. He had money; he was given $50000 by the War Department
to design a powered airplane (that would have been more than 24 lakhs
Indian Rupees today; this ofcourse was sometime around 1900). He had a
seat at Harvard and the Smithsonian institution, and had access to the
best infrastructure and facilities available during those times. He
hired the best minds and the best talent that money could find to work
for him. The New York Times used to follow him around everywhere, and
everyone was looking up to him to make this 'flying machine'. Then how
come we have never heard of Samuel Pierpont Langley? </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />A
few hundred miles away were the Wright Brothers - Orville and Wilbur.
They had none of what Langley had. They had no money; they paid for
their dreams from the earnings from their bicycle shop. Not a single
person in their team had college education, not even Orville or Wilbur.
The New York Times followed them nowhere. But they were driven by a cause
- a belief that if they could figure out this flying machine, it will
change the course of the world. Samuel Pierpont Langley was different;
he wanted to be rich, he wanted to be famous. The people in Langley's
team worked for the result - the riches. Those with Wright
Brothers worked for the cause - the belief. And eventually, on December
17, 1903, the Wright Brothers took flight. And for proof that Langley
was motivated by the wrong things, here's the most shocking fact - the
day the Wright Brothers took flight, Langley quit! He could have said,
“That's an amazing discovery, guys! Now let's improve upon this
technology.” But he didn't. He wasn't first, he didn't get famous, so he
quit! Despite having the money, the infrastructure, the resources,
Langley couldn't be successful.</span></i></blockquote>
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This
made me realize that we, as students, are often motivated by the wrong
things, just like Langley. We often make the mistake of pursuing the
result; we study because we want to score 100%, we want to win the first
prize, we want to be the topper wherever we go. And we go mad in our
pursuit of the result. We resort to rote learning. We follow the herd to
attend all kinds of tuitions. We do whatever it takes to reach the top.
And as a result, in this crazy world of competition, we don't find a
breathing space to actually enjoy our studies.<br />
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The
real fun of education lies in appreciating its significance and
learning its practical uses (and by practical use, I don't mean scoring
marks in exams). Every subject that we learn in the classroom has
something useful to teach us, something that aids us in understanding
this world and this universe better, something that makes us a more
capable person. We need to realize and appreciate this "something", only
then can we understand the significance of what we are learning, and
only then can we love our subjects and have the right motivation to
study them.<br />
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How
often do we bother to figure out the importance of what we learn in
classrooms? We study History - the ancient age, the medieval period, the
modern world; but how many of us can answer why we study all of that?
Just because it's part of the curriculum? Nah, that can't be the only
reason! We study Chemistry - we balance chemical equations, we write
oxidation and reduction reactions, we study properties of compounds -
but why? Do we know if those things really matter in this world? We
study Mathematics - we learn set theory, we solve quadratic equations,
we multiply matrices - but do we really know how and where these things
can be of any use in life? If not, then why are we studying them in the
first place? Just because our parents send us to school and our teachers
give us homework? Is that our only motivation?<br />
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The
trick to enjoying our subjects lies in finding the right motivation.
And nothing can be a better motivation than a reason to <i>love</i> our
subjects. It might be a tad unfortunate that we get to choose to study
the subjects of our choice only after Class 10 or beyond, which means
that until Class 10, we are constrained to study the subjects and topics
that are prescribed for us by someone else, whether we like them or
not. But with the good belief that our curriculum has been designed by
wise and experienced people to impart us all-round education, we must
find the right motivation to study within these constraints. Whenever we
study a topic or a chapter, we must try to figure out its practical
significance, or its conceptual elegance, or any other good reason to
love the subject, and that will help us in enjoying our studies - and
that, my dear friends, will automatically spur us to do well.<br />
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So
the next time you attend any class, make sure you know why you're
studying whatever you're studying. When your teacher asks you to write
an official letter in a Language class, know that the exercise is to
make you improve your letter-writing skills, as you'll be required to
write a lot of important letters (emails) in your professional career.
When your teacher explains you the world regions in a Geography class,
know that it is to make you appreciate the differences in culture,
landscape, social life and other aspects that exist among the different
regions, so that you can comfortably interact and collaborate with
people of different nationalities later on in your professional life if
and when the need arises. When your teacher explains Total Internal
Reflection in a Physics class, know that the phenomenon is something
that forms the backbone of optical fibers and the internet, and is
something without which you couldn't have checked your emails or used
Facebook or chatted online with friends. When your teacher makes you
study something which you really don't know why you should be studying,
dare to ask, because unless you know it, you can't love the chapter, you
can't have the right motivation to study. Studying just because you
need to score good marks is like pursuing the result, like Samuel
Pierpont Langley did; studying for the love of the subjects is like
pursuing the cause, like the Wright Brothers did - the choice is yours.<br />
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I
am reminded of these lines by Robert Frost that I had learnt in the
holy premises of De Paul in Class 8 (way back in 2001-02), and which, I
must admit, have had an indelible impact on the way I have looked at
life and work ever since.<br />
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<i>But yield who will to their separation,<br />My object in living is to unite<br />My avocation and my vocation<br />As my two eyes make one in sight.<br />Only where love and need are one,<br />And the work is play for mortal stakes,<br />Is the deed ever really done<br />For heaven and the future's sakes.</i></div>
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</div>Rakesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034147409066121272noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6194546491119093737.post-74114635570878247832011-04-07T23:43:00.009+05:302011-04-23T06:05:37.984+05:30How Not To Be A Bad Teacher<div style="text-align: justify;">I aspire to become a teacher sometime later in my career. I have already had the privilege of taking several classes* in a formal classroom setting and I must say, it feels good to face the other direction of the class; it feels special!<br /><br />I have attended more than 2500 hours of classes at IIT Madras alone and in the process, I have realized that certain practices of teachers turn off students easily and therefore be best avoided. And this article is about a few of them.<br /><br />Note that I have intentionally not titled the article <span style="font-style: italic;">How To Be a Good Teacher</span>, because that is an entirely different topic and something that I don't have the experience yet to write about. But the first step to be a good teacher is to not be a bad teacher. And here's how.<br /><br />When I become a teacher, I would strongly try to follow these points myself, and therefore, I have listed them out in the form of strict instructions to myself. The readers are requested to view them as mere suggestions and make appropriate use of them.<br /></div><ol style="text-align: justify;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't arrive late for your class</span>. Be present at the scheduled start-time. An occasional delay is acceptable, but on a regular basis, any delay more than 2 minutes reflects very badly on your professional ethics.<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't humiliate students in classroom</span>, especially if they arrive late to your class. The late-comer might have arrived after breaking his alarm clock that didn't ring at the right time or after puncturing his cycle on the way or after not getting a piece of (so-called) <span style="font-style: italic;">dosa</span> in mess despite standing in the queue for 15 minutes - don't make him feel worse by humiliating him as soon as he enters the class.<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't come unprepared</span>. You may have been teaching the same course for the last 10 years, you might have taught the same topics just a week ago, but do spend some time to prepare every time before coming to a class. You may spend anything between 2 minutes to 2 hours or more, depending on your level of comfort with the topic, structure, content and style of presentation, but never walk into a class hoping for stuff to come out of your mouth all by itself.<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't dish out petty rules and regulations</span>. Asking students to switch off cellphones in class is okay, but asking them to stop using cellphones in life is definitely not okay! Don't thrust too many regulations and restrictions on the students. Don't make stupid rules on how they should enter the room, how they should sit, how they should wink or how they should breathe in air. Maintain your sanity, give them their space.<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't make a mess on the board</span>. Be neat with your handwriting, be clear with your notations. Use the board well. Don't make spelling mistakes. And for God's sake, please don't spell the title of your course wrong!<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't harp on attendance</span>. Your institute may have attendance regulations for students, and as an ethical/law-abiding teacher, you may have no option but to take attendance every class, but never use attendance as a crutch for making students attend your class. If your teaching is not a reason good enough, then your classes don't deserve to be attended anyway.<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't bluff</span>. You are not God; you are not omniscient. It is never a shame to say, "I'm not sure of this right now" or "I'll think about it and get back to you in the next class". Never bluff to hide your ignorance; the next-gen students don't take long to figure it out!<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't throw high sounding jargon</span>. You know the subject better than the others in the classroom and that is exactly the reason you are there as a teacher; don’t try to prove it. Think at the level of the class while introducing new terms and concepts. Don't show off; don't be rude.<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't talk to the walls</span>. Your students sit right in front of you; look at them while you're explaining. Be interactive; don't deliver a monologue. Don't sound monotonous too; modulate your voice well. And please don't talk facing the board.<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't stretch your class beyond the scheduled end-time</span>. You may take a couple of minutes more to wind up the last topic you were discussing, but every extra minute beyond that will reduce your popularity by half. And never try to take advantage of your students' respect for you by asking questions like "Can I take 5 more minutes?"; they will always nod their heads in approval just to save you from humiliation (Can you imagine how you would feel if all students answer a unanimous "No" and walk out of the classroom?).</li></ol><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:78%;">*2 as Summer Research Fellow at IISc, Bangalore (Summer 2010) + 5 as Teaching Assistant for EE6110: Digital Modulation and Coding at IIT Madras (Fall 2010) + 3 as Teaching Assistant of EE6170: Introduction to Wireless and Cellular Communications (Spring 2011). Kudos to the concept of Teaching Assistantship for Dual Degree students at IITs!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">(This article of mine will appear in <span style="font-style: italic;">The Last Bencher</span>, a book of memories of the Class of 2011 brought out by IITM's Alumni Affairs Office.)<br /></span></div>Rakesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034147409066121272noreply@blogger.com53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6194546491119093737.post-26120365020200006462011-01-30T15:54:00.009+05:302011-10-02T12:17:16.423+05:30Dasvidaniya*<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">My list of 10 things to do before passing out of IIT Madras</span><br /><br />Somebody commented that my blog articles are like Aamir Khan's movies - they come once in a year! For different reasons though. While the perfectionist Aamir takes a year to get his story right, I take my time to find a right story!<br /><br />Being in the 5-year Dual Degree program, I always used to think that I have an extra year to do all the things that I ever wanted to do before graduation. Procrastination certainly gave me something to look forward to all the time. But looking forward now, I have just 3 more months and a lot of things to do before I complete my stay at IITM. This article will hopefully serve as a reminder and motivate me to start ticking things off my to-do list slightly faster.<br /></div><ol style="text-align: justify;"><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Deliver a popular talk</span>. For me, a talk is popular if it is on a topic interesting enough to pull at least a 100 people to the venue. Ok, I'll be happy with 50 too!<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Write, compose and sing a song myself</span>. This will be a tribute to all those who hold a broader understanding of music - that music is a way of expressing oneself, in whatever way it comes out, and not just making some words follow some <span style="font-style: italic;">sa re ga ma</span> tune. And ya, by the way, I am not a singer!<br /><br />On a related note, it is somewhat disappointing to see the kind of Bollywood lyrics that is selling these days. Even some of the better lyricists in business are making shady <span style="font-style: italic;">Aahun Aahun</span> sounds, using <span style="font-style: italic;">Ishq Ka Manjan</span> and selling <span style="font-style: italic;">Tinku's Jiya</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Sheila Ki Jawaani</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Munni Ki Badnaami</span>. God save bollywood lyrics!<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Resume stand-up comedy</span>. Greatly inspired by over three seasons of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Great Indian Laughter Challenge</span>, I had started doing stand-up comedy myself, even reaching the finals of Saarang 2007 Multilingual Laughter Challenge and winning the <span style="font-style: italic;">Best Individual Performance</span> award at the NCC Annual Training Camp 2006-07 at IIT Madras for a stand-up comedy act. I never really had the opportunity or the enthusiasm to perform again, but I am seriously considering a comeback.<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Write an article on <span style="font-style: italic;">How Not To Be a Bad Teacher</span></span>. Having attended 187 credits of theory/lab classes at IIT Madras so far, I feel a strong urge to let the current/aspiring teachers know what are some of the things I feel they can do/avoid so as not to be dismissed as a <span style="font-style: italic;">bad teacher</span> straightaway. Keep watching this space for the article; it's coming soon!<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pull off a complete conversation in Tamil</span>. Many people know that I had picked up reading and writing Tamil pretty early in my IIT life (2nd sem), but I have always struggled with understanding it, and more so, speaking it. I have had several conversations that have lasted for multiple lines, like the following:<br /><br />Me (to shopkeeper): <span style="font-style: italic;">Idhu evalo?</span><br />Shopkeeper: <span style="font-style: italic;">Pathu rupa</span><br />Me: <span style="font-style: italic;">Aaru piece vennum. Irukka?</span><br />Sk: <span style="font-style: italic;">Ippo illai Saar!</span><br />Me: <span style="font-style: italic;">Seri, naan nalaikke same time varuven. Ok aa?</span><br />Sk: <span style="font-style: italic;">Seri ok</span><br />Me: <span style="font-style: italic;">Nanrri Saar</span><br /><br />But I have always wanted to pull off longer conversations with more complete sentences, and I hope I will be able to do that atleast a few times before I graduate.<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Get my pics clicked at 5 of the popular "restricted-access" sites in insti</span>. Possible options currently include the top of a Gajendra Circle elephant, the highest water tank, Tifanys roof, Diro's chair and Jhun's scooter. More/better suggestions?<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cheer India to a World Cup victory</span>. Come February 19, and you'll find me more often in the common room than in my own room or department. With one of the strongest ODI teams ever, familiar subcontinental conditions and most of the squad in good form, if ever India had a chance to win the World Cup, then this is it! And I will play my part in taking India to the title.<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Resume drawing and painting</span>. I used to be good at drawing and painting during my school days, and had won several awards and prizes as well. But the two years of JEE preparations ruined it all. Even after joining IIT, I never found any incentive or motivation to get back to the art. But better late than never; I think I should put my pencils and brushes to action very soon!<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Say a personal thank you</span> to everyone who, during my stay here at IITM, has helped me, stood by me, made me feel special. I know it won't be possible to reach out to everyone personally, but I'll try to maximize my reach (Oh ya, I am solving an optimization problem currently for my Master's Thesis too!)<br /><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Finish my DDP in time</span>. Last but not the least. In my quest for completing the above 9 tasks before passing out, I should not forget that I need to complete this 10th task too to actually pass out.<br /></li></ol><div style="text-align: justify;">What do <span style="font-weight: bold;">you</span> want to do before bidding <span style="font-style: italic;">do svidaniya</span> to insti?<br /><br />*The title of this article is a pun on the list of ten things that I want to do before passing out of IIT Madras, and is derived from the Russian phrase <span style="font-style: italic;">do svidaniya</span>, meaning good bye. There also exists a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dasvidaniya">Hindi film</a> of the same name.<br /><br /></div>Rakesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034147409066121272noreply@blogger.com61tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6194546491119093737.post-23705468971291574422009-10-12T21:42:00.046+05:302009-10-17T17:28:25.116+05:30Short Circuit: A start well made!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bkrj9yL9_DZxiPK_U2mKX-kgUrceRY5wxWvY8MtuZ7z7dw5c-sFaRLteCriWPdd5T_R-bKJvG4_3wukRX8w66Zm1MJEIT9ADStbNAeFPjyOPuYVCTY0eEJROIq3LXspQDvm0bPcZz5cs/s1600-h/Anoosh+and+me.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bkrj9yL9_DZxiPK_U2mKX-kgUrceRY5wxWvY8MtuZ7z7dw5c-sFaRLteCriWPdd5T_R-bKJvG4_3wukRX8w66Zm1MJEIT9ADStbNAeFPjyOPuYVCTY0eEJROIq3LXspQDvm0bPcZz5cs/s200/Anoosh+and+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391752739392941410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(with inputs from Anoosh - my friend and co-coord for Shaastra 2009)</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It has been a really long break from blogging, largely due to lack of time, and perhaps, lack of an interesting subject to write about. The 7th sem has begun and is more-than-half over. Acads are going on nicely, Shaastra is just over and I finally have the time and an interesting topic to write on!<br /><br />It all starts with an idea, they say. This did start with an idea. An idea to prove that academics (read: electrical engineering) can be fun when seen from the right perspective. An idea to start a unique genre of events in Shaastra - <span style="font-style: italic;">tech-unwind</span>, one that has less of tech and more of fun! An idea that later came to be known as <a href="http://www.shaastra.org/2009/site/events/unwind/short_circuit"><span style="font-style: italic;">Short Circuit</span></a>!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The motivation</span><br /><br />An analysis of the participants' statistics of Shaastra 2008 revealed that out of the 20000-odd students who registered on the Shaastra website, more than 4000 belonged to Electrical engineering and related branches (ECE, EEE, E&I etc.). And how many competitive events did Shaastra 2008 had to offer to them? Just ONE! Something that made us (me and Anoosh) ponder for a few days.<br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The conception and planning</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We wanted to conceive of an event that would entertain the large number of Elec masses who throng Shaastra, an event that would be a crowd-puller! After a lot of discussions and deliberations, during a casual stroll around the Cubbon Park (Bangalore) on one fine summer evening, the idea of <a href="http://www.shaastra.org/2009/site/events/unwind/short_circuit"><span style="font-style: italic;">Short Circuit</span></a> struck us.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The plan was concretized. Have an open-to-all prelims with questions that evoke a "Yes, yes! I can crack it" kind of feeling upon first reading and which involve application of nothing more than common sense and basic electrical engineering fundaes. Select eight teams from the prelims, and pit them one-on-one against each other in short, crisp and exciting matches spanning 4 quarters, 2 semis and 1 grand finale!<br /></div><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Elec can be fun too, mind it</span>", we proclaimed!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The publicity</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3L-c6rpPo6o">The Official Short Circuit Teaser Video</a> became an instant hit, recording more than 200 views on Youtube in less than 3 hours of getting uploaded. The Official Short Circuit Mascot, a plug-and-socket combination representing a short circuit, became a cult figure straightaway and won several admirers, including certain profs whose interests in Shaastra 2009 till then were limited only to the laser/fireworks show and the grub stalls.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicBxbvmrRnO5Ng9xcmNkD0VVI-3YXMsUe25iXhUeYlLOh0q66AJa9ut3vn3lqace5Vy1W_yWl4aOnoIB_NE2j9p-bQrumMSGVWvW-yCNsVpClXpBdmqI8tsktWq08ZzyP_bC4BLFjIB23o/s1600-h/Short+Circuit+on+Shaastra+Dice.JPG"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOwdMdMX_tdxMzCFxL4JzVBsAXlCio-QhGuGZ04uQoCEFxjqy7L2tiaFVdt0qqH74MskQMBu5ob_EBnhctBv4g79NMmhSmzv2P7v4y67d7Q_xzpKsYVAJrRCcaFjgwttWM3Em6lETq4RBI/s1600-h/Short+Circuit+Mascot.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOwdMdMX_tdxMzCFxL4JzVBsAXlCio-QhGuGZ04uQoCEFxjqy7L2tiaFVdt0qqH74MskQMBu5ob_EBnhctBv4g79NMmhSmzv2P7v4y67d7Q_xzpKsYVAJrRCcaFjgwttWM3Em6lETq4RBI/s320/Short+Circuit+Mascot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391755034007032578" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicBxbvmrRnO5Ng9xcmNkD0VVI-3YXMsUe25iXhUeYlLOh0q66AJa9ut3vn3lqace5Vy1W_yWl4aOnoIB_NE2j9p-bQrumMSGVWvW-yCNsVpClXpBdmqI8tsktWq08ZzyP_bC4BLFjIB23o/s1600-h/Short+Circuit+on+Shaastra+Dice.JPG"> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicBxbvmrRnO5Ng9xcmNkD0VVI-3YXMsUe25iXhUeYlLOh0q66AJa9ut3vn3lqace5Vy1W_yWl4aOnoIB_NE2j9p-bQrumMSGVWvW-yCNsVpClXpBdmqI8tsktWq08ZzyP_bC4BLFjIB23o/s1600-h/Short+Circuit+on+Shaastra+Dice.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicBxbvmrRnO5Ng9xcmNkD0VVI-3YXMsUe25iXhUeYlLOh0q66AJa9ut3vn3lqace5Vy1W_yWl4aOnoIB_NE2j9p-bQrumMSGVWvW-yCNsVpClXpBdmqI8tsktWq08ZzyP_bC4BLFjIB23o/s320/Short+Circuit+on+Shaastra+Dice.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391754507602465106" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We brought out a couple of teaser questions just before Shaastra to get insti junta excited about <a href="http://www.shaastra.org/2009/site/events/unwind/short_circuit"><span style="font-style: italic;">Short Circuit</span></a>. The response was amazing. The lucky winners of these teaser questions, on the day of the grand finale, walked away with assorted gift-hampers consisting of Shaastra T-shirts, Shaastra key-chains, Open Solaris CDs, NetBeans IDE CDs and copies of Electronics For You, all neatly packaged in bio-degradable paper bags brought from Gurunath.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We were overwhelmed when a lot of our insti friends accepted our request to put flyers on Short Circuit on their GTalk status messages. Our sincere thanks to all of them!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjadEPI38ItIIgGTIoptdHNAYJs4v005rci8pZfx0ZccJng5dMaRp8iCr7oqkyMpC1vRuB4ROQ4AxmU2M3b_Uoed9H3zis61nKpjlLfeZ-75ACgRAB8t1xXRma4YzpS8Olwe-Xk4d5NHkhG/s1600-h/Short+Circuit+Rocks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjadEPI38ItIIgGTIoptdHNAYJs4v005rci8pZfx0ZccJng5dMaRp8iCr7oqkyMpC1vRuB4ROQ4AxmU2M3b_Uoed9H3zis61nKpjlLfeZ-75ACgRAB8t1xXRma4YzpS8Olwe-Xk4d5NHkhG/s200/Short+Circuit+Rocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391888065638758450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">[Click on the pic to enlarge and appreciate!]</span></div></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />The event</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqVXmSYoFB_8vgGLTRW-HLIva39A4D66SfLDoFTyosXtfkBlbS6G6-QdcpXNLYDDz_B9JHSdsHUf_LGbD41W2BhPBrTbruSoMzDzGq_Hx2hFpLBHPxf-dGv97ZjO_1wUIj5CESS6EzCwuw/s1600-h/Prelims.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqVXmSYoFB_8vgGLTRW-HLIva39A4D66SfLDoFTyosXtfkBlbS6G6-QdcpXNLYDDz_B9JHSdsHUf_LGbD41W2BhPBrTbruSoMzDzGq_Hx2hFpLBHPxf-dGv97ZjO_1wUIj5CESS6EzCwuw/s320/Prelims.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391757454788979042" border="0" /></a>The prelims, held in CRC on October 3 (Saturday), saw more than 150 teams (~450 students) turning up, including ~60 teams from outside IITM. The question-paper, prepared after 4 straight night-outs of research, became quite popular among the participants, with many of them coming to us later to convey their kudos. The feedback from the participants was amazing; none of the ratings in any of the feedback forms were below 4/5 (5 = Best).<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The post-prelims, conducted on the next day in ICSR Hall 3, witnessed an all-insti clash. A fourth-year undergrad team comprising of Chinmoy, Harish and Kishore breezed through the quarters and semis before surviving a scare from an MS team (Timir, Ankesh, Kunal) in the finale to eventually emerge champions!<br /><br />The post-prelims rounds would be more fondly remembered by the audience for the unique Elec-dumb-charades that had the entire hall in splits. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bMDmcs2eDY">Raghunandan, trying to enact 'convolution'</a>, rotated himself, spun an electron and went to the extent of revolving the planets and the universe, but the convolution never happened. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YjYpVO_GtXU">Sathish's love</a> for Theoretical Physics was clearly evident as he resorted to Planck's constant and photons to enact a term as simple as 'frequency'.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNIwtJNYMRugM6xWWeWG5HLiC3y-bjTggiPdd64nxoWwAoyzZQlHn2_HNxaykY04ZGFRybsp60OxAJHq_tvDYBEQzDgyI2vCsg1Iv2JKT5CaKP-oW0n4rJfJUhhjInqtdOGCFiUAqzuIB/s1600-h/A+scene+from+the+post-prelims.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNIwtJNYMRugM6xWWeWG5HLiC3y-bjTggiPdd64nxoWwAoyzZQlHn2_HNxaykY04ZGFRybsp60OxAJHq_tvDYBEQzDgyI2vCsg1Iv2JKT5CaKP-oW0n4rJfJUhhjInqtdOGCFiUAqzuIB/s320/A+scene+from+the+post-prelims.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392271861835085458" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJ22I2xWnUw9MUMYl5m5FA6iqm1DMp1nZr3sRyutfCPLuMVakwNdhRuvPKw2UqEKBdwtpelgriNxdj3SvIt-AqB6IepN2UA0wYOZs3_9Bco84fYEmmXwuLQJL1Y4SwvDdSF-fyQi3obeZ/s1600-h/Angry+young+Raghu.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJ22I2xWnUw9MUMYl5m5FA6iqm1DMp1nZr3sRyutfCPLuMVakwNdhRuvPKw2UqEKBdwtpelgriNxdj3SvIt-AqB6IepN2UA0wYOZs3_9Bco84fYEmmXwuLQJL1Y4SwvDdSF-fyQi3obeZ/s320/Angry+young+Raghu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391760167711939298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The circuit-makers</span><br /><br />We would like to thank a few people - <span style="font-weight: bold;">Faheem</span> (for making the awesome Teaser Video), <span style="font-weight: bold;">Arvind</span> (for designing the immortal mascot), <span style="font-weight: bold;">Pavan</span> (for handling all our production requirements), <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sagar</span> (our QMS coord), <span style="font-weight: bold;">Vignesh-SK-Akhil</span> (the Events Cores, for providing all possible support to our idea of Short Circuit), <span style="font-weight: bold;">Gainda-Subbu</span> (the Finance Cores, for being kind to provide T-Shirts and keychains as audience prizes), <span style="font-weight: bold;">Raghav</span> (the Spons Core, for arranging copies of EFY as audience prize), <span style="font-weight: bold;">Tarun-Vamsi-Kishor-Sunaina-Nitish</span> (our vols, for their amazing enthusiasm towards organizing and conducting the event), <span style="font-weight: bold;">Manekha</span> (a photography vol, who captured the dumb-charades moments) and everyone else who helped us conduct the event successfully!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjribmLLiw3mhqbKfXniDgARSx6G0xzj-c88w-uJcke2d7Kv5PyKu3HmN5rWbhtmjDQjAgy-01XsIKXJ4qb25b8nG9Ys15BLhlvTxrdVXoUZ1zffP1rnM9eUHS4dhMAWFOXRReOq8B56aI/s1600-h/Short+Circuit+Organizers.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjribmLLiw3mhqbKfXniDgARSx6G0xzj-c88w-uJcke2d7Kv5PyKu3HmN5rWbhtmjDQjAgy-01XsIKXJ4qb25b8nG9Ys15BLhlvTxrdVXoUZ1zffP1rnM9eUHS4dhMAWFOXRReOq8B56aI/s320/Short+Circuit+Organizers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391761365054475154" border="0" /></a>A multitude of plans to take Short Circuit forward is in the pipeline - to organize it on a much grander scale next year, to continue it as part of E2A this year, to organize an all-profs' Short Circuit during the upcoming Elec Nite.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">As we take a break and look back, we feel proud of initiating this unique event; it was a start really well made!<br /></div>Rakesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034147409066121272noreply@blogger.com55tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6194546491119093737.post-59372180938313981132009-07-04T23:16:00.012+05:302009-10-17T08:06:17.923+05:30Can you please explain?<div style="text-align: justify;">Bangalore's weather is AWESOME! My internship is progressing nicely. Weekends have been fun as well!<br /><br />Last Friday, we (the interns and the research team at Bell Labs India) did a bit of trekking, rowing and river-bathing in the Cauvery Wildlife Sanctuary. The trekking was adventurous, the destination (peak of <span style="font-style: italic;">Bheemagiri</span>) was a delight, the banks of river Cauvery presented a serene sight! A psychology game on a tree-hammock on the Cauvery banks surprisingly revealed that Shamik sees 'beauty' in 'beasts' and Adhiraj finds 'thoughts' 'dirty'! :P<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcH-DX-9_xI2Sl5seOd1DDuMA9SqbhtkzniBCZZ1R1feyCy8fcpDK8KGc3nBRh7VKgY8UG7aO5L0Ulx-tKnlm3YYUDaOJHc7ZPtMMJtMh3io-SsgEI2gb-CyrlQJYbjudtzypnKaVA-tJY/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcH-DX-9_xI2Sl5seOd1DDuMA9SqbhtkzniBCZZ1R1feyCy8fcpDK8KGc3nBRh7VKgY8UG7aO5L0Ulx-tKnlm3YYUDaOJHc7ZPtMMJtMh3io-SsgEI2gb-CyrlQJYbjudtzypnKaVA-tJY/s400/DSC00291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354667310455033490" border="0" /></a>What I am more interested in describing articulately in this article are incidents that occurred during the next couple of days. Some of us had been to Puttaparthi to have a <span style="font-style: italic;">darshan</span> of Sri Sathya Sai Baba, considered to be the spiritual guru common to all religions. Frankly speaking, I do not have much belief in the saying that he can perform miracles; what I admire about him though are his teachings, which offer so many good things to learn, his simple messages "Love all, serve all" and "Be good, do good" that have won him followers across the globe and the large number of social initiatives that he has undertaken for the betterment of mankind in general and the people of Puttaparthi in particular.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdbGk7xNmMdbkbHqGD524r5rSDAXOZWMYYiQgABZGy_Aszmi2u0AqXO9qapzoLNf6K_kLgPPnbRbTlVmN2XArIpJzcICLsh1wYDluYx073yPRhGp9fevnwCQQzJMLymFkz8pvF4SMOE9b/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdbGk7xNmMdbkbHqGD524r5rSDAXOZWMYYiQgABZGy_Aszmi2u0AqXO9qapzoLNf6K_kLgPPnbRbTlVmN2XArIpJzcICLsh1wYDluYx073yPRhGp9fevnwCQQzJMLymFkz8pvF4SMOE9b/s400/DSC00330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354666426151523042" border="0" /></a>But a couple of incidents there have left me somewhat disturbed!<br /></div><ol style="text-align: justify;"><li>After a satisfying morning <span style="font-style: italic;">darshan</span> and just before the evening <span style="font-style: italic;">darshan</span>, I realized that my phone’s battery was totally discharged. Since I had not called home since quite a long time and also had a train-trip to make to Bangalore later that night, I thought it was better to charge it at the earliest. I struggled to find a plug-point (it's not very easy to find one!) and placed my phone for charging. When it had charged to 63% in about 20 minutes, I removed it, switched it off, placed it back in my bag (phones are not allowed into the <span style="font-style: italic;">darshan</span> hall) and ran for the <span style="font-style: italic;">darshan</span>, only to reach late and miss the initial part of the session. When I came back and switched the phone on, the charge was just 6%!! Such a thing had never happened before...and has never happened again since then!<br /><br /></li><li>Later that night, when I tried playing songs on my phone-walkman, I could hear no audio. I thought there might be a problem with the walkman. I tried setting an alarm to hear the alarm-tone; there was none. I asked one of my friends to give me a call, there was no sound of the ring-tone! I tried re-inserting the battery and resetting the phone, nothing worked! I believed my phone-speakers had somehow got screwed. Back in Bangalore, I tried connecting an earphone to see if I could hear any sound; I couldn't! The problem then definitely didn't lie in the speakers but somewhere else. A service centre was the only option to get it repaired at.<br /><br />Next day, Monday, I went to a nearby service centre but it was closed by the time I reached there. That night, frustrated, I again tried removing the battery to see if I could be lucky. And surprise, the sound was back! Everything worked PERFECTLY!!<br /></li></ol><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I could come up with some sort of an explanation for the first incident. When I removed the charger, it was damn hot! I do not clearly know how a charger or the charging process functions, but perhaps some current limiter somewhere had got screwed up, thereby allowing a large current to flow through and causing the charge-level to be shown high when actually it wasn't! Or probably something similar! Or maybe something entirely different!<br /><br />But I have absolutely no explanation for the second incident. This, even after having studied cell phones, their hardware and software aspects, for nearly two years!<br /><br />I’ll be the last person to say that these incidents were miracles or occurred due to divine intervention or anything similar! But they certainly can't happen without an explanation! And I have still not been able to find any. Can you please explain?<br /></div>Rakesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034147409066121272noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6194546491119093737.post-42684422311030675912009-06-22T22:30:00.025+05:302009-06-24T00:20:34.468+05:30Because, we care...It has been a while since I posted an article here. I have been busy with my summer internship since the last month and half and have hardly had the time to update this blog.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Recently, I happened to meet some amazing people and had been longing to write about them ever since. It was Alcatel-Lucent's International Day of Caring (IDoC) and these people belonged to the Association for the Mentally Challenged (AMC), Bangalore.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_NCpJx6Rk7LVAHQZ4Z7EfdA_xpMdaWUm-Ss3P7Xgj5lGgzq_wb-yDOMIY2Rm9Tgo7N7WJPulQQVzK6QYe6ov84e3X77g8xGUQFAhn1BvyHg-RfsLozCQPedvHdTHhq1F3VTi3BvN1GZr/s1600-h/taare+zameen+par.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_NCpJx6Rk7LVAHQZ4Z7EfdA_xpMdaWUm-Ss3P7Xgj5lGgzq_wb-yDOMIY2Rm9Tgo7N7WJPulQQVzK6QYe6ov84e3X77g8xGUQFAhn1BvyHg-RfsLozCQPedvHdTHhq1F3VTi3BvN1GZr/s400/taare+zameen+par.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350200034832545954" border="0" /></a>Believe me, they are some of the most extra-ordinarily wonderful human-beings I have come across in recent times. They belong to a class of their own, beyond our match.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYpL5NMwo725-hCiCFXOenxxhtY_gtrugVqZuU6sdK-lv3gQsdhkYmIsuaAWBkkJv-12OUNz5-MmcqGjjMqJVxUdUlCck6rvIsCnUsQneoXhOY5m7OYkb6l5lPbZAWcRLfeKsw3QQipazE/s1600-h/IMG_6725.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYpL5NMwo725-hCiCFXOenxxhtY_gtrugVqZuU6sdK-lv3gQsdhkYmIsuaAWBkkJv-12OUNz5-MmcqGjjMqJVxUdUlCck6rvIsCnUsQneoXhOY5m7OYkb6l5lPbZAWcRLfeKsw3QQipazE/s200/IMG_6725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350199271206054290" border="0" /></a>They personify purity. Their smile, their joy, their excitement, their anxiousness - everything is so pure! Their emotions, unlike ours, are very genuine. Beyond that, they are not very different from us. As <a href="http://nlightenup.blogspot.com/">one of my friends</a> mentioned, it's on seeing these kind of people that one feels like singing, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Tujh mein rab dikhta hai...</span>"<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMT2f7v4vHYEQ1TINGvtF8qFTZa5XmSZJUy_JfxMBnOCgWkyx7FOmFe25gK7LIgHs37r3vJxVPr1HNhZ459CA1cjB694bN23DbOdUPO2jPTHGcDID4KeqDru5z-Xyne4-nnsH4RAMastOH/s1600-h/IMG_6746.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMT2f7v4vHYEQ1TINGvtF8qFTZa5XmSZJUy_JfxMBnOCgWkyx7FOmFe25gK7LIgHs37r3vJxVPr1HNhZ459CA1cjB694bN23DbOdUPO2jPTHGcDID4KeqDru5z-Xyne4-nnsH4RAMastOH/s200/IMG_6746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350199516342830642" border="0" /></a>They value achievements as intensely as we do. During the various running races that were conducted for them, I could see, in their efforts, the desire to succeed. Some would win and start yelling in joy. Some others would come last, give a smile and join the victors in their celebrations. Intensity during race and camaraderie then-after - they showed how healthy competition should be; wish everyone on earth could be like them!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbK1QCG1s-8ZiHpXXuLVwmtC6KJ6tegQAcPsQrVPF0ACE6gmRGiOObiyOGcPSBUondapBAHUaa7oetBi2OtQztITNL5Idv_gCFYWBQAOerELnoEZ-1G0-eHjiipILMSz7Gs1uD23jpHobo/s1600-h/IMG_3285.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbK1QCG1s-8ZiHpXXuLVwmtC6KJ6tegQAcPsQrVPF0ACE6gmRGiOObiyOGcPSBUondapBAHUaa7oetBi2OtQztITNL5Idv_gCFYWBQAOerELnoEZ-1G0-eHjiipILMSz7Gs1uD23jpHobo/s200/IMG_3285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350199728267738082" border="0" /></a>Their desire to explore new gadgets is as strong as ours. They had somehow figured out that a snap captured by a digital camera can be immediately viewed on its opposite side. As soon as I would click a snap, they would entreat me to show them the image; not to mention the joy with which they would pose for the photograph in the first place!<br /><br /><br />We painted together, we played together, we ate together, we sang together, we danced together, we celebrated together! They enjoyed our presence; we enjoyed their company. Those were some of the most memorable moments I have ever spent anywhere!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0D20TKUYpOoDje9D2htQfIzXv8Llzo1qc68WVGQbX68rb_dJdqpdFy_h_IDOHnM4L0K-8pBzp0bkFZBJFFrJG6E1p2jz1YAHYIUQtoTfF8ZXe3eLIoKVuzbKSYZmlfuXbWYJnArP_R3mc/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0D20TKUYpOoDje9D2htQfIzXv8Llzo1qc68WVGQbX68rb_dJdqpdFy_h_IDOHnM4L0K-8pBzp0bkFZBJFFrJG6E1p2jz1YAHYIUQtoTfF8ZXe3eLIoKVuzbKSYZmlfuXbWYJnArP_R3mc/s200/DSC00168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350200303482150882" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3iLF55RKxcnDIMpX4n9_QqlwklzplLxBQ8WzbmfBmtQJ-5J7NeFOPrD98Wm7C7-U5yIk4i7ueUmESzXBv3gBMt7SlL7bs39mcZJMzIe8Drx1x9A6saval5F50Qr3j3mLn_s65W0EM_UBB/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3iLF55RKxcnDIMpX4n9_QqlwklzplLxBQ8WzbmfBmtQJ-5J7NeFOPrD98Wm7C7-U5yIk4i7ueUmESzXBv3gBMt7SlL7bs39mcZJMzIe8Drx1x9A6saval5F50Qr3j3mLn_s65W0EM_UBB/s200/DSC00182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350200365859225778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihaYMYui5HPVi65QTkSutwi3cvJRM5_aljWbxIFrMmEqKD6T0u6PZuXqvb-ciKO4GorXZ9DfoY0_qJ5seHgGKAd9fOOFyLjObeLCVRpgPySO1nCWLkPrEWBujTdAyyh6mXxdWtgaMqFgiE/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihaYMYui5HPVi65QTkSutwi3cvJRM5_aljWbxIFrMmEqKD6T0u6PZuXqvb-ciKO4GorXZ9DfoY0_qJ5seHgGKAd9fOOFyLjObeLCVRpgPySO1nCWLkPrEWBujTdAyyh6mXxdWtgaMqFgiE/s200/DSC00157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350200452095506930" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BWAjbZSBXb0R2viQSxNtiR6-9bxQpaeieo4FYZr7hHvEYxUQzcUnbOgk7eMAM03pWLlXAW-yMvu9Ftu0Zm5dEKPKI7cocB9PnHM2P7vb7WK8SQgZhc6U9UgQXm7M8qNoIuSIgxJ1FDuL/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BWAjbZSBXb0R2viQSxNtiR6-9bxQpaeieo4FYZr7hHvEYxUQzcUnbOgk7eMAM03pWLlXAW-yMvu9Ftu0Zm5dEKPKI7cocB9PnHM2P7vb7WK8SQgZhc6U9UgQXm7M8qNoIuSIgxJ1FDuL/s200/DSC00192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350200526922991202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIZb0k-_qwMe_7gbGoVW7kjYxSazq0Zc14r_H0LR_8zLwRjIUYcxGmJXzVCnCOp64e8MbHn8vfbVnt7SrdI8R3TTBlS7viX_iayPqprADTY3pJ4Iqi36IkfCs1BSAR2JJ7RJHhdNp1f1NL/s1600-h/IMG_6895.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIZb0k-_qwMe_7gbGoVW7kjYxSazq0Zc14r_H0LR_8zLwRjIUYcxGmJXzVCnCOp64e8MbHn8vfbVnt7SrdI8R3TTBlS7viX_iayPqprADTY3pJ4Iqi36IkfCs1BSAR2JJ7RJHhdNp1f1NL/s400/IMG_6895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350205743657067890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My sincerest thanks to all the organizers of IDoc 2009, you gave me an opportunity to interact with my more fortunate brethren. Congratulations to all my co-volunteers, we showed that we care...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxSeX8JgxPDq7sFQg9c3Zo7kffyPqYAzJDD4ky62oyQVAFx1ARiqdvzOSwPss9HUNL_3tO4Yf1SLmdCUXSoHvANk7Iu9fa9vVfs2IddK0C980F7JFm6dBpkSVspL7lTFADzx6oAXw0hVOA/s1600-h/Copy+of+ALU+Volunteers+at+IDOC+2009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxSeX8JgxPDq7sFQg9c3Zo7kffyPqYAzJDD4ky62oyQVAFx1ARiqdvzOSwPss9HUNL_3tO4Yf1SLmdCUXSoHvANk7Iu9fa9vVfs2IddK0C980F7JFm6dBpkSVspL7lTFADzx6oAXw0hVOA/s400/Copy+of+ALU+Volunteers+at+IDOC+2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350370401010980802" border="0" /></a><br />P.S.: <a href="http://all.alcatel-lucent.com/wps/portal/%21ut/p/kcxml/04_Sj9SPykssy0xPLMnMz0vM0Y_QjzKLd4x3tNQvyHZUBACVOMvO?LMSG_CABINET=Internal_Resources&LMSG_CONTENT_FILE=Features_2009/Regional_Features/Feature_Item_008207.xml">Here</a> is an official report on IDoC 2009 at Bangalore.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAF7MnMYHVp2braZD363JOb41N6qwIe0Hm-5pCWGByoAfu_PL9FHaBy8mUBL3QhRfb7AA8y8M-B_CcOubDV5uB9mVx5QuvawtNq7a_yx_ek2EjfXzBxYTn3Daef5aQMHjr8uUjY1CYUey/s1600-h/zGroup1060809.jpg"><br /></a></div>Rakesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034147409066121272noreply@blogger.com63tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6194546491119093737.post-22447758154349557282009-04-12T11:22:00.015+05:302010-02-13T22:20:29.137+05:30Wingmates of Fire<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxTs-nImrjnhwaOcOILctcT6Oary9KY4r55nA_Dp4tLpPNQx1FPPLYQLrsqKHg1az4O1dMlpOLrBBZwKnHhtHcZ7XauLxU-4iM-_DIMhJj86R-d-D28bGYZ_GogjSm2VVcxF6BXyVQbPAN/s1600-h/DSC07476+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxTs-nImrjnhwaOcOILctcT6Oary9KY4r55nA_Dp4tLpPNQx1FPPLYQLrsqKHg1az4O1dMlpOLrBBZwKnHhtHcZ7XauLxU-4iM-_DIMhJj86R-d-D28bGYZ_GogjSm2VVcxF6BXyVQbPAN/s400/DSC07476+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323995142095956882" border="0" /></a><br />It was a historic event! Atleast for me. For the very first time in three years, my entire wing went out <span style="font-weight: bold;">together</span> for a treat!<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Yes, all 26 of the 31 of us who were present then in the institute came along, inspite of some of them having some more important commitments elsewhere in the institute. Three Branch Councillors in my wing had a Placements Meeting going on at the same time. Four others had extra classes during the same hours. Another had already fixed a lunch commitment. But nobody could say 'No' to this idea of a full-wing treat. Every single person ensured his presence. Even people like Kunhi, Sufu and Dhawal, who generally do not wake up before noon on holidays, were up and ready in time. Wonderful wing-spirit!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeQNj2T1DnhbSY7vp2LVCiXDqszLcUIOSqDKXp-UpSQwAIbnIw0f4PA8U5eYcyCl5eum4vOo7QDh9m-YwpF1KAqpcmKBqDcqwvrTEdQ7kWiRinhjtVvPtSUHIh022VMH1xWVHe5NFpn4s-/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeQNj2T1DnhbSY7vp2LVCiXDqszLcUIOSqDKXp-UpSQwAIbnIw0f4PA8U5eYcyCl5eum4vOo7QDh9m-YwpF1KAqpcmKBqDcqwvrTEdQ7kWiRinhjtVvPtSUHIh022VMH1xWVHe5NFpn4s-/s400/DSC00028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323516592171511522" border="0" /></a>Just the fact that the entire wing was out together had given me such inexplicable satisfaction that I wasn't thinking too much about the food. But the food turned out to be equally satisfaying! The Gujurati-Rajasthani thali at Rangoli was finger-licking good. The Dhoklas and Kachaudis were so delicious that Arjun made a meal just out of them. The Srikhand truly tasted like a piece of divinity. Rotli, Bateta nu Shaak, Ghooghra, Daal Baati, Chana and Ghevar were simply awesome. There were so many other things as well, not to forget the paan at the end. As someone reminisced, "I did not know the names of more than half the things on the thali, but I sure did know that all of them tasted great! "<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_bv4Xx7BIrg3pHA5lYANgNmP3znR_eCP_0kinx9GErDuTMfzDj8vBIbEVDNPPT0QXRmr4_CC_z4DSXfW0SHqrlufC5xPv2-vDgEjv92U3dVbKCeSw1H0lWu1lwzzZ8FEksP1CW3FUArZ/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_bv4Xx7BIrg3pHA5lYANgNmP3znR_eCP_0kinx9GErDuTMfzDj8vBIbEVDNPPT0QXRmr4_CC_z4DSXfW0SHqrlufC5xPv2-vDgEjv92U3dVbKCeSw1H0lWu1lwzzZ8FEksP1CW3FUArZ/s320/DSC00045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323519180723001538" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGT9D-Qlyin2RyrrYprKnDj7mLh7ZYF2dB-d7PbAoHBO4pceJRZKz4OcT614a0s-vH5G0RFxerXaD8Qrv9I31Ry3Na44tc5Oc_g-0qBZhpA7LDceWuw0LWyHa3RwOIhbHlNe02Rj3PF9k_/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGT9D-Qlyin2RyrrYprKnDj7mLh7ZYF2dB-d7PbAoHBO4pceJRZKz4OcT614a0s-vH5G0RFxerXaD8Qrv9I31Ry3Na44tc5Oc_g-0qBZhpA7LDceWuw0LWyHa3RwOIhbHlNe02Rj3PF9k_/s320/DSC00054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323518614336911426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcXiZ0t9xurg9zU60jjmBO_fCexF3HxrGIlFyK9u-yiTNmGiWbml_ndHlud6co3_gRdoQkpPcnhT4ISyqNxiUt8weHf_JT9MWEIPWKTk5rMFmrHcLZZqU8GehljiG_Y_K5NpMoF6hMo9G6/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcXiZ0t9xurg9zU60jjmBO_fCexF3HxrGIlFyK9u-yiTNmGiWbml_ndHlud6co3_gRdoQkpPcnhT4ISyqNxiUt8weHf_JT9MWEIPWKTk5rMFmrHcLZZqU8GehljiG_Y_K5NpMoF6hMo9G6/s320/DSC00063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323520590664140690" border="0" /></a>I would like to make a special mention of my friend, Mukunda, the only non-Gangaster who was specially invited for the treat (that made it 27 treat-goers altogether). He touched everyone's heart when he declared, "I'm a pseudo-Gangaster da! I'm one among you only!" Yes, you're right. Afterall, Ganga is your "hostel-away-from-hostel", isn't it? Welcome!<br /><br /><br /><br />Some unforgettable moments of the day:<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsJm8guhPqDWr0LC5-oMJDzq4jEg9dbmHNZXvwbVipPfYPWrtpNxVU7OOJn7kZEEfytHubfxCzx4xx7JN2z0xUDzpGYUGFXMO5zxWZZyfvmMXtZp4XzsGxpqwQy7v0VRR9kjGVHHumbEPA/s1600-h/DSC00024+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsJm8guhPqDWr0LC5-oMJDzq4jEg9dbmHNZXvwbVipPfYPWrtpNxVU7OOJn7kZEEfytHubfxCzx4xx7JN2z0xUDzpGYUGFXMO5zxWZZyfvmMXtZp4XzsGxpqwQy7v0VRR9kjGVHHumbEPA/s200/DSC00024+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323663558646905346" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBmm304rng3vNzH4TMvgLo4de_eRx3Xp9_tv349BgConvQ5QSn45jIQK5WjihzYONaAnKvSMSjfjpdY2IBCi5kp32mIjQgZgSUf558DpQCAs8_GvkcorhaZXDOHlZGChYXjmIv5V4MrRyS/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihaVAEwCikh1bYdYvcuyi-CvUO84DHfJOFA55Muh4I-jWXRNZFuC2yT1ORJhatD9Z3to82sIoUFXxFOoiRdFwK5kiJW06L-bE34Ds5KLZQPwkGGBwjxuvZSy-Rumko3GRjLZRfh6g-wKAS/s200/DSC00064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323664706025360898" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWCzVTULDssZMk6KpG7hyphenhyphenyOlFTiPmMhgmsfQH-VN1QpxkBvwjH8iSnvT4UDr9dcZBk7wCTiFVmSBcYQ0bUvmAqJYG9xI2HD42Pz7YnoJ1tuazU2iS_Er4cFfQxCG6h6pcVjWiagRjZXa_D/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWCzVTULDssZMk6KpG7hyphenhyphenyOlFTiPmMhgmsfQH-VN1QpxkBvwjH8iSnvT4UDr9dcZBk7wCTiFVmSBcYQ0bUvmAqJYG9xI2HD42Pz7YnoJ1tuazU2iS_Er4cFfQxCG6h6pcVjWiagRjZXa_D/s200/DSC00065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323664778836776258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A big note of thanks to all my wingmates for making themselves available for the treat. We have set a trend; now we'll see many other "full-wing treats" (FuWiTs) happening in future.<br />My heartfelt thanks to my co-sponsors - Hippo, Baba, Parabola, N2O, Sufu, Gunda and Tile. We played a small part in making history happen!<br />All of us missed the 5 who couldn't make it to the treat - Harish, Vignesh, Rituraj, Achal and Jay. It would have been great had you people been here on that day; nevertheless, be prepared for the future FuWiTs! :)<br />And Sriram, all of us miss your presence in the wing!<br /><br />A couple of original video-clips: | <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MH606rMgjYE">Video 1</a> | <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPlfrUYITt0">Video 2</a> | The clips have been intentionally left unedited so that the background prompts and comments are heard clearly. Real fun they are, check them out!<br /><br />Another account of this treat is <a href="http://mindspeakshankar.wordpress.com/2009/04/11/rangoli/">here</a>, the debut blog-article of my friend, Shankar. Welcome to blogging!<br /><br />To all my wingmates, I must bow. What wonderful times we have had together so far ! We have been living together, dancing together (Oh no! <span style="font-weight: bold;">:)</span> ), 'mugging' together and enjoying life together. I miss those days in the first semester when all of us would be mugging together for the same courses. I still remember the last year's inter-wing tug-of-war when all of us turned out for the sake of our wing. I cannot forget my last birthday when you contributed together and gifted me a birthday present. What a touching moment that was! You all have inspired me, guided me, encouraged me and stayed by me during my low-points in life. You, truly, are my wingmates of fire!<br /><br />By the way, I'll remember forever the way the entire wing returned back after the treat. As all of us walked together on the pathway connecting the front and rear wings, shouting "Go 5th wing" at the top of our voices, I felt like a king, like being on top of the world! Goose-bump moment that was, seriously!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrdabRalKaaDMsYlgBvfck9Ty2BesJbtxHdIJB40CvQUcyJuk1D-9LskLNnPh8gFLRYorb7H82zoxwP-yr9iDLVIfHjdDZGeywo0u7_JURDuRet_9f8SnZXJOrRWH-K-wXUHO_qv2biaT5/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrdabRalKaaDMsYlgBvfck9Ty2BesJbtxHdIJB40CvQUcyJuk1D-9LskLNnPh8gFLRYorb7H82zoxwP-yr9iDLVIfHjdDZGeywo0u7_JURDuRet_9f8SnZXJOrRWH-K-wXUHO_qv2biaT5/s400/DSC00068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323671156132438434" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />I'll leave you with a loving recollection of some of our past times!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLokxSKPM5G6coQCWu5UvHTVYFhyNwTAA7JrDu1Y5zbsxNNzZqNXg5t25pvvQeSVNAbnBy91oDbvfyytKTu3SLbiGSkbXwotZIrs6ZvOA-xJH5oMuA7TM7KKJtIOY12qS5paUrMb1uEqs/s1600-h/DSC00630.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH-pOJVHUegMB4Yfp-W76-LHpdxHBuIR1yBCOiBA9ZMDqou7g9BYLQ6gt8Es9ioMnqSdIlN99Ppm_wz1YeJCGxfvNN-XfMmDuepsAsyktHCoIH4cLnpIEcBj3ZXSN68AMFS4s5oh3SVZ-G/s320/DSC06680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323676983518786834" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZqniIoT8sPL-rMlBYzish5Ya6ad97zSVmky8dXhe-03_H-ceAzSMeixjoAy5LPhpN8fpKljjWSDEt_TA3NcURlFZp8oNYo3jUCq7CdW6jxa4ED8X1twp8BU5WEyNQrx-bEdE1hu9Dkhn/s1600-h/DSC06669.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZqniIoT8sPL-rMlBYzish5Ya6ad97zSVmky8dXhe-03_H-ceAzSMeixjoAy5LPhpN8fpKljjWSDEt_TA3NcURlFZp8oNYo3jUCq7CdW6jxa4ED8X1twp8BU5WEyNQrx-bEdE1hu9Dkhn/s320/DSC06669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323677078210903938" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Rakesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034147409066121272noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6194546491119093737.post-27598674870245406932009-03-12T16:55:00.007+05:302009-03-14T00:17:53.553+05:30Weeks in PicsA break from the usual routine stuff feels so refreshingly divine!<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />The last couple of weeks have been quite taxing on me. The first round of quizzes, preparations for a couple of projects, brushing up some previously-learnt stuff, the usual academic classes, assignments and reports - lots of things have congested my routine in the recent days. But fortunately, I have had regular opportunities to break free from these mundane routines and rejoice in life. A fond remembrance of some of those moments...<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fete 2009</span><br />Fete is IITM's annual inter-hostel gaming competition, where each hostel has to choose a theme and present some games related to the theme amidst suitable ambience in their respective stalls. Our hostel's theme was "Mayan Adventures". We enjoyed the sevices of Vishnu, an expert at art-works, who, assisted by Arjun (aka IDK), another enthusiastic second-yearite, did some superb ambience work for us. I was supposed to be the Ambience-in-charge of our Fete activities, but with people like Vishnu, Arjun and some over-enthusiastic freshies around, I ended up just pushing everyone to work without doing anything myself!<br /><br />On the day of Fete, we were the last hostel to be judged. Since we weren't allowing the general public to enter our stall until our judging was over, a lot many people didn't get an opportunity to enjoy the wonderful visual treat that our stall had to offer. For all such people and for all others, here is an image-tour of our stall...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirsRpz6fQOSjGQscEEUMf3rmszydG9i9BnLmAdICU6o7GPwWjM_juO6iVpkyD_pSv1QLPYJrO-Kx4nrGAh6TPCwys5us-pK2C4jEL5_e_pkLgPpJcYcyYvGngu_96qgGlDwNzshOl60rT3/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirsRpz6fQOSjGQscEEUMf3rmszydG9i9BnLmAdICU6o7GPwWjM_juO6iVpkyD_pSv1QLPYJrO-Kx4nrGAh6TPCwys5us-pK2C4jEL5_e_pkLgPpJcYcyYvGngu_96qgGlDwNzshOl60rT3/s320/DSC00032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311984637724820722" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRXgY3a0eZvE9eSV-Fyaueos4JvpisMeee3FYkoymAADfXzjSPXXD-fMulOaARNtb-Xq4ZBbrSkgMbzQLM0pCmd_BuqDkf9JG-zCoFFEdJaVFq5JzloJqhIxp8B0qnHaByqHyQrTrMvwB/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 273px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Vq1lwyhjM-iJpcf4rB8GLC9yirfJKDKzu0WZmAo9otxbVezxw4rXcdMsAfMUcj50oYZZbo2VPYxi7eyXyij2EjBcU1RsYXdtL6OwjiJWzNlsjuAzFcadaywxUm9DyiErQ9QsFnRG2c0H/s400/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311991381211867010" border="0" /></a></div><br />A first prize would have been the perfect reward for the amazing performance by Vishnu (who has a scholarship from the San Francisco Art University). Nevertheless, we came second for our ambience...and we celebrated!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPTFPlw1Zo06Gbi4-Jp5VC1470WoO0kpgEBol-EXmiuZWXlQUTQagE2ocj07cRUk6Du6xWpZkhuLOsgCdaxe-2yE54jvO52zOyGF3GIUTOYOikWyFBpiUrLxuDhPyZNfCBGP7qxc-mF_AN/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPTFPlw1Zo06Gbi4-Jp5VC1470WoO0kpgEBol-EXmiuZWXlQUTQagE2ocj07cRUk6Du6xWpZkhuLOsgCdaxe-2yE54jvO52zOyGF3GIUTOYOikWyFBpiUrLxuDhPyZNfCBGP7qxc-mF_AN/s400/DSC00043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312258191686055378" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Shaastra '08 WebOps Team Treat</span><br />When the average CGPA of the treat-goers is above 9 (<span style="font-style: italic;">validation required</span>), the experience can't get any geekier! It started with Avinash cribbing about a Jhun's assignment on M8C PSoC and Vimal & Slinky offering him several suggestions. It ended with all the CS people (who formed half the team) running to a xerox shop to get photocopies of someone's notes so as to mug for some quiz.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Rzml3oel0ILfqdTUYLTSlB1Y0-JtQtF8t8vQhjUsP_zYxP7p648aKFWfM_qXCPIQM3UXo9Jj2uvPmqHFH-Mzpf3d035jijd5qApq-ueLuQKPvAL-XbX6duf82ZzhQvBV4OisPQIpDehL/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Rzml3oel0ILfqdTUYLTSlB1Y0-JtQtF8t8vQhjUsP_zYxP7p648aKFWfM_qXCPIQM3UXo9Jj2uvPmqHFH-Mzpf3d035jijd5qApq-ueLuQKPvAL-XbX6duf82ZzhQvBV4OisPQIpDehL/s320/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312224936485194338" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucDi8ublvTty3BhrviE-tiiQm1HrDU4HB5FaAq7n4W2Adb3je4YWQUXH5Sz9c3V0btLlDLgfpfYfqBJtG550YsGHFJJ6qmcxnZztlPfE6fs1sUBk5N68gKqQlY9t5qFLHOcbrYQ_IsZjB/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucDi8ublvTty3BhrviE-tiiQm1HrDU4HB5FaAq7n4W2Adb3je4YWQUXH5Sz9c3V0btLlDLgfpfYfqBJtG550YsGHFJJ6qmcxnZztlPfE6fs1sUBk5N68gKqQlY9t5qFLHOcbrYQ_IsZjB/s320/DSC00028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312225019903508786" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But in between the start and the end, there were some truly memorable moments! Pido's 'head'-on tryst with colours [<span style="font-weight: bold;">:)</span>], Vimal's 'match-the-following' test, Bhargav's frequent PJs (sshh...did someone say 'Pinky Jersey'?), Suvinay's imitation of his DSP Prof. and Immanuel-the bikeman ensured smiles for everyone all the time. The Alai brothers affectionately recollected how I used to 'pain' them with tasks in the run-up to Shaastra. Sharan, Hareesh and others acknowledged that all the fight that they had put for Shaastra was worth the treat (afterall, the starters and desserts were so delicious and everything was available in infinite quantity!). In the end, it was 5 hours of colours (ask Pido), fun, smiles and some wonderful memories to cherish!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRaFIZbeS96DkTDpJqsd14bhkD2iK8kLv5RN_aGz1Ds8SL9kFa6KzZW5eTEOAwV8hHeK4sX6ES1KplSgo69yhnHx3w_4Xg3ax88-bWS7898-u9ME0JeDUvxpuvvITQpQZSaBtIW-bQ_cRL/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRaFIZbeS96DkTDpJqsd14bhkD2iK8kLv5RN_aGz1Ds8SL9kFa6KzZW5eTEOAwV8hHeK4sX6ES1KplSgo69yhnHx3w_4Xg3ax88-bWS7898-u9ME0JeDUvxpuvvITQpQZSaBtIW-bQ_cRL/s320/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312225422398394562" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq_Zkt16xCZOOaG1sYZ0-7c0rdxIIzdYkWpPkg42gJKzRobvoIroRQWjr9G2PPGEDkazGF1oOU1YULF6YfT93es-pwxxNEJ9M_9ZUPRHdUljf-TzUVcNpTTV8LhyTzyIZ1bcqp5KluKcIM/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq_Zkt16xCZOOaG1sYZ0-7c0rdxIIzdYkWpPkg42gJKzRobvoIroRQWjr9G2PPGEDkazGF1oOU1YULF6YfT93es-pwxxNEJ9M_9ZUPRHdUljf-TzUVcNpTTV8LhyTzyIZ1bcqp5KluKcIM/s320/DSC00027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312225488982451138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaz3OU3d_2vlvYGxEMPJjYGZti1iTTuB5SjIw4_uEaSUfoQX72AiYkydQ45y5V93rhJz7KZ9z6F_wi3GTuux9oGV5WFBPwXYIROGvg_0Tvo6TcdI6bfrzjFEqYZiJuZUt2F205a7FNQxin/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaz3OU3d_2vlvYGxEMPJjYGZti1iTTuB5SjIw4_uEaSUfoQX72AiYkydQ45y5V93rhJz7KZ9z6F_wi3GTuux9oGV5WFBPwXYIROGvg_0Tvo6TcdI6bfrzjFEqYZiJuZUt2F205a7FNQxin/s320/DSC00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312225127836772514" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRdjj9XKxDgMt8UWCNeUFdUnx_9l-Z52oEnHwvJd1TNQKeHjqFMuCYJtCmqwTMbVenizLOTBYwYS-Z9LTaFlkBs1n_NS0BQjUbmILtvZ0TKr0x19nOpC6TdB2iQnk5iw_xBodNwc_A4w7O/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRdjj9XKxDgMt8UWCNeUFdUnx_9l-Z52oEnHwvJd1TNQKeHjqFMuCYJtCmqwTMbVenizLOTBYwYS-Z9LTaFlkBs1n_NS0BQjUbmILtvZ0TKr0x19nOpC6TdB2iQnk5iw_xBodNwc_A4w7O/s320/DSC00030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312225297314337058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Dinner at Tangerine</span><br />The result of a promise that TMani was trapped into making some months back [;)], this dinner had one of the most diverse set of insti people on board. There were people from diverse branches (Elec, Mech, Chem, Meta, BT, Civil etc.), from diverse years (second yearites to fifth yearite; though mostly second-yearites), with diverse CGPAs (6 pointers to 9 pointers) and with diverse areas of interests (arts, sports, acads etc.)! Spending time with them all, listening to their views on various issues, hearing their perceptions of campus-life - it was a truly unique experience! Some memorable snaps:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTL1Te05Vyd0Iy-vsmuSRqa50M_uJHi78N6URqeYURKeSIMwqerfoDBgwDrGh-RIz6_LeeiZ3YfE2pa6vyT4UTTunHn4xk9bX8HBCXQwYv8JT062UcK_6Ux8hk660ByobhdOp2p_6oDidB/s1600-h/SDC11036.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTL1Te05Vyd0Iy-vsmuSRqa50M_uJHi78N6URqeYURKeSIMwqerfoDBgwDrGh-RIz6_LeeiZ3YfE2pa6vyT4UTTunHn4xk9bX8HBCXQwYv8JT062UcK_6Ux8hk660ByobhdOp2p_6oDidB/s320/SDC11036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311995289555022978" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJpVIDuIAf2r4JFk4nmTalK1-VEBVMHs56YCbYVl0B5D8qA7Vg86k6zpn24s3AmXRFwvMduxr_vQkBpmQQviSQ_OW7tS5BwyZMh7olbTJvsPyVgLBqK1Uq-CAbnJg_qhY7Gnmob3OoHM8y/s1600-h/SDC11053.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJpVIDuIAf2r4JFk4nmTalK1-VEBVMHs56YCbYVl0B5D8qA7Vg86k6zpn24s3AmXRFwvMduxr_vQkBpmQQviSQ_OW7tS5BwyZMh7olbTJvsPyVgLBqK1Uq-CAbnJg_qhY7Gnmob3OoHM8y/s320/SDC11053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311995419984943442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXg1k1jB3pNMnLxFDakImJBjArD8LKVsUo_7plRU_U8FCIXxI0vQSMJQ6tbcDVks4tGnjOGz7nnjt7Ef-5LQ7-aCSjiWf56vagLnONkTNFoqG4N1dSLIFr1CQnG26q9jqjLZVNn93nPrx3/s1600-h/SDC11058.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXg1k1jB3pNMnLxFDakImJBjArD8LKVsUo_7plRU_U8FCIXxI0vQSMJQ6tbcDVks4tGnjOGz7nnjt7Ef-5LQ7-aCSjiWf56vagLnONkTNFoqG4N1dSLIFr1CQnG26q9jqjLZVNn93nPrx3/s320/SDC11058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311995701444424274" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMSZGku9X5emjbRvDNLnrt-h_af6Coh0J2KVjFs5feg3glRBYncgs3dqxEYu_WiGsl6Pasdhvcck55rxc2jvsHqSP6yKJLr6Vaj1xPQ5IU5UVrKGrRyWQH9yhFNrnyXo4GuV0lKzQPPr4b/s1600-h/SDC11062.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMSZGku9X5emjbRvDNLnrt-h_af6Coh0J2KVjFs5feg3glRBYncgs3dqxEYu_WiGsl6Pasdhvcck55rxc2jvsHqSP6yKJLr6Vaj1xPQ5IU5UVrKGrRyWQH9yhFNrnyXo4GuV0lKzQPPr4b/s320/SDC11062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311995794747300178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FEx sessions</span><br />All my first round quizzes went well upto the F slot. With only the 'light' G slot to go, I believed this would be the very first time in 3 years when I would have fared well in all the subjects. But it was not to happen..and I screwed up my G slot! Murphy's law at work, isn't it?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqB0d06ThuoIXgXDJYgsQyXvIkv0S4uxlDDwSOepFOZslp0AOoC2goPqHTUq20sFmkgM0o5gUrO5djqktfFoOCn7DwWsN7A5Xnjzog-DQz3ivvfsOaN-Y_tPh_Uk6xz6mOPAf0JXnhZx7c/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqB0d06ThuoIXgXDJYgsQyXvIkv0S4uxlDDwSOepFOZslp0AOoC2goPqHTUq20sFmkgM0o5gUrO5djqktfFoOCn7DwWsN7A5Xnjzog-DQz3ivvfsOaN-Y_tPh_Uk6xz6mOPAf0JXnhZx7c/s320/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311997805145094386" border="0" /></a>This time, some of us tried out a new concept,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> FEx</span> (Fundaes Exchange) sessions. All participants were supposed to read up the entire portion of a course before attending the respective FEx session for the course. Each one could then point out the topics that he's not comfortable with and anyone else, who understood those particular topics well, would put fundaes. It helped us reasonably well. In a bid to prevent last-night mugging, we're planning to have such sessions for Quiz 2 atleast half a week before start, so that we have some incentive to go through the entire syllabi well before the quiz begins and not leave anything till the end. Hope it works out successfully!<br /><br />Lots of other things have happened in the last couple of weeks. I have been auctioned off for a 'respectable' [<span style="font-weight: bold;">:P</span>] amount for GPL (Ganga Premier League), a noble football initiative in our hostel. Voting for hostel and institute elections has just got over. Parliamentary elections are coming. Grander than this, three Indians have won Oscars. I had never seen before a more aggressive on-stage performance by AR Rahman than the one at Kodak Theatre during the Oscar Night.<br /><br />A lot of activities are lined up on my to-do list for the next few weeks as well; some pleasant ones, some strenuous ones. Way to go!<br /><br /><span>By the way,</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> "Ella Pugazhum Iraivanukke!"</span><br /></div>Rakesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034147409066121272noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6194546491119093737.post-52373042816612451012009-02-12T14:30:00.014+05:302009-02-13T20:44:09.689+05:30A-B-C<div style="text-align: justify;">When the focus of discussions in my wing shifts markedly from life, cricket, campus and girls to courses, classes, assignments and tutorials, an awkward feeling of <span style="font-style: italic;">deja vu</span> sets in. A feeling that reminds of long nights and hard fights. A feeling that reminds of exams.<br /><br />But they are commonplace in the department that I am in, aren't they? In the last semester, we faced atleast one of them in every week of the semester except two (out of which, one was the Shaastra week and the other Diwali). Yes! I'm talking of 'exams'. Other branches are yet to see them in this semester...and we have already come across a few! While most others tend to be afraid of them, we have become bored of them.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Last semester</span><br />An otherwise good performance in the previous semester was spoiled by an isolated occurence. I secured a 'B' grade, my first-ever since joining this department; in a course titled "Analog Circuits". Some of my mates hailed the achievement and congratulated me, saying, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Sabash, Misraji! Ab aap line pe aa gaye ho!</span>" (Well done, Misraji! Now you have come on track.) Some others, expectedly, tried pepping me up saying I shouldn't feel disppointed over a B-grade, which is, afterall, the most abundant grade in the institute (True! I hadn't realized it till then). But, it was not for the B-grade that I was disappointed (to whatever minuscule extent I was), rather it was for the reason that the incident occurred largely due to mistakes that could easily have been avoided, for the fact that the result was not a true indication of the effort that I had put in for the course.<br /><br />With assignments and quizzes thrusted upon us every fortnight throughout the entire semester, the journey through this course was another first of its kind. A B-grade doesn't necessarily mean that the victim wasn't able to figure out well what was happening in the course. Infact, in my case, I used to understand all the concepts reasonably well; I used to even solve the assignment problems correctly and in reasonably quick time. Even during those fortnight-quizzes, the first thoughts coming to mind after reading the question paper used to be, "Come on, Rakesh! It's pretty simple. Go for a centum!" But then, somewhere, I would miss a negative sign or use the gate voltage instead of the gate-source voltage or commit some other silly blunder and get the whole damn question wrong! Never before had I felt so helpless over my performance. For not guarding against those cockamamie mistakes in quizzes, for not being patient enough to re-check my solutions, perhaps, I deserved a 'B'! Lesson learnt.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">This semester</span><br />Things are looking brighter this semester. I seem to have found my feet in all the courses; except, to some extent, in VLSI design. I'm sure many of my classmates too in this course haven't got into the groove as well as they would have liked to. Prof. Vinitha, who greets us with a bunch of MOSFETs on the board every class, gives us 'homework' every other day. And everytime, we go to the subsequent class with blank looks and blanker note-books (as if acknowledging the fact that 'homework' is meant for home and not hostel). Since recently, she has been drawing, on an average, fifty (!) MOSFETs on the board per class (Yes! I'm not exaggerating).<br /><br />In Analog and Digital Filters, after a brief and brisk opening spell by Prof. Prabhu, whose dictation and numbering of mathematical equations were more entertaining than the equations themselves, Prof. C.S. (Clock Sharp?) Ramalingam has been handed over the "torch" (did he mean "we, the bulbs"?). Possibly run by some atomic clock, he is reputed for ending his classes as exactly on time as beginning them. With his authoritative voice and frequent jokes (which are so subtle that they make someone or the other in the class quip, "Was that a joke?"), he has definitely spiced up this course.<br /><br />EM Fields and Power Systems Practice are going along fine. Prof. HSR (EM Fields), by conducting 'mini-quizzes' almost every week, has maintained the reputation of our department, that "IIT Madras's Electrical Engineering is the toughest engineering branch in the country to be in" (which, though, is very very untrue, as I had mentioned in my previous article). Prof. Kalyan Kumar (Power Systems Practice) bears a distracting resemblance to SPB that makes me go musical whenever things get boring in his class.<br /><br />Analog Communication and International Trade & Finance, so far, have been recollections and revisits of already-known stuff.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Looking ahead...</span><br />Inspite of all other activities and responsibilities on campus, I've been trying my best to make sure that my performance doesn't 'B'tray my efforts, like in the previous semester. With the first round of quizzes coming up next week, it's time to put words into action. Good luck to all my classmates! Good luck to myself!<br /><br />By the way, in case you're still wondering how the title is related to this article, A-B-C stands for Analog-'B'-Circuits!<br /></div>Rakesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034147409066121272noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6194546491119093737.post-65871361346512693382009-02-05T22:53:00.050+05:302009-04-02T22:33:01.866+05:30Classmates<div style="text-align: justify;">An IITM alumnus had once remarked, "If you have successfully got out of IITM's Electrical Engineering, you can successfully accomplish everything else in your career...because you have been able to overcome the <span style="font-style: italic;">worst</span> that could have ever happened to you in life!"<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Almost three years into Electrical Engineering at IIT Madras, I still continue to wonder if that senior soul was any true! If his <span style="font-style: italic;">'worst'</span> meant <span style="font-style: italic;">the most useless</span>, then I feel sorry for him; perhaps, he shouldn't have opted for this course. Obviously, this course will be useful only to those who know what to do with it in future and who are passionately interested in going ahead with it. If his <span style="font-style: italic;">'worst'</span> meant <span style="font-style: italic;">the most difficult</span>, then I feel sorry for him again; perhaps, he wasn't fortunate to have supportive faculty or friends who could help him out in his academics. All engineering courses are equally difficult (some more equal than others, I agree!); but if you have enthusiastic and always-willing-to-help professors and classmates, you find the going much easier. Oh wow! What a wonderful opportunity to introduce my classmates to you!<br /><br />So then, I present before you, for the first time ever, my classmates at IIT Madras, in one of our classes. This snap, taken on a recent Monday morning by my friend, Avinash Nagarajan, shows a typical Elec class. Our class of 97 students has been divided into two groups for certain courses; this picture is of one of those groups.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLLUKFSFHTDmuM00MC1H4ZV8_zM8ANSOow7dLMqm013gHhJFGz2tufibxFprPTgy9w6wFNyJ9Eq-o0Kc7_i34mlAW1ml2FXm2BXP2cll_YGM8GLGqcd4G4p54f250ugj9GBeXLZmZrIAwQ/s1600-h/DSC00086+-+Copy+%285%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLLUKFSFHTDmuM00MC1H4ZV8_zM8ANSOow7dLMqm013gHhJFGz2tufibxFprPTgy9w6wFNyJ9Eq-o0Kc7_i34mlAW1ml2FXm2BXP2cll_YGM8GLGqcd4G4p54f250ugj9GBeXLZmZrIAwQ/s400/DSC00086+-+Copy+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299690532853132354" border="0" /></a>There I am, on a first-bench (as usual), with my typical 'cheese'-smile. Let me clarify that there's nothing shady going on there, as had been suspected by a few who had seen this pic before<span style="font-weight: bold;">;).</span> It's just that the picture was clicked when I was in the process of taking out a note-book from my bag. Talking of first-benches, when I was in school, we used to literally fight for it. Our irked class-teacher had once retorted, "I'll talk to the Principal and get a classroom with 50 first-bench seats built for you all. Till then, some of you have to go and sit behind." But here at IITM, no one seems to care for the first-bench. In school, the seats used to get occupied starting from the front; here it happens from behind. Sometimes, not just the first, but even the second and third rows would be left empty; that's when I would need to decide whether to go and sit all-alone in the first row or join the rest of the class behind (and in the past, I have decided for and against both these options at different times).<br /><br />To my right is <span style="font-weight: bold;">Harish</span>. A good friend and, more importantly, an extremely nice person, he is very immaculate at heart, a trait that I always try to emulate. Given his tremendous strength in academics, it's no surprise that he is the one-stop-shop for all of us for any course-related queries or doubts. In the picture, he is sporting a bright new Galla t-shirt that I had gifted him the previous day. This is the t-shirt that I had won in a 3-ball juggling contest at the Galla Informals stall during Saarang 2009. Harish had taught me the basics of juggling at the beginning of this semester and had inspired me to strengthen my juggling skills; this prize belonged fair-and-square to him. Perfect <span style="font-style: italic;">Gurudakshina</span>, isn't it?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMg6en_IZ-3VsQVGoF-IQbgMOdUM0LWEoPH84Gef-tN3tQkYS-vyP9PcJlS-hOmIp4Fz2aCJB8deAWYYd5djtMy2O7Xk0fsaEwd5qFlFAdgMaOSflcONw4d50pHSdslHiW7x_oag4iD6Ew/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMg6en_IZ-3VsQVGoF-IQbgMOdUM0LWEoPH84Gef-tN3tQkYS-vyP9PcJlS-hOmIp4Fz2aCJB8deAWYYd5djtMy2O7Xk0fsaEwd5qFlFAdgMaOSflcONw4d50pHSdslHiW7x_oag4iD6Ew/s320/DSC00085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299655149882071090" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTHT45VTtNdBiYoG75MhraGvGWRWPYMuWTEckw1ai_8PPqsVhA6wB_ghJijBPeJRbJ5KR5mvMzKcVtFj70QP0NseOYh63gfazkAovDELlLwwX74lzmx-0hOvvffCxiAlKYPfZ4VSZnw3-h/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTHT45VTtNdBiYoG75MhraGvGWRWPYMuWTEckw1ai_8PPqsVhA6wB_ghJijBPeJRbJ5KR5mvMzKcVtFj70QP0NseOYh63gfazkAovDELlLwwX74lzmx-0hOvvffCxiAlKYPfZ4VSZnw3-h/s320/DSC00089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299655239288715586" border="0" /></a><br /><br />To Harish's right is <span style="font-weight: bold;">Chinmoy</span>, our BP 1 (the term <span style="font-style: italic;">BP</span>, in our institute, stands for <span style="font-style: italic;">Branch </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_z4unAbZX2pPvMviH5q8e8SnsBQGExnOj7nCWUe1S-prEGBErtMIQFIAPuJV8stFPvu9gimH_vFsLpg0vSGeihRqhyphenhyphenUg0fYKgzFIBD5YhPBEBhRBizqyInulXKmMJSCCwkbQ4V1Pp6h9/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_z4unAbZX2pPvMviH5q8e8SnsBQGExnOj7nCWUe1S-prEGBErtMIQFIAPuJV8stFPvu9gimH_vFsLpg0vSGeihRqhyphenhyphenUg0fYKgzFIBD5YhPBEBhRBizqyInulXKmMJSCCwkbQ4V1Pp6h9/s200/DSC00087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299688565348407122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Position</span>), with a bewildering, wide-mouthed smile (Refer the complete picture above. By the way, is that a smile?). Sources say that he spends very little time in "mugging" and that his BP1-secret lies in understanding everything in the class itself. We believe them. Hidden to his right is <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kishore</span>, the "God of PJs" of our department. He derives delightful pleasure in paining people with his untimely PJs. Not long ago, for a 'tran'sient period, he had made all of us lose our 'tran'quility by 'tran'scending all limits of PJ-telling.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2kXlhfdUyrZZOU_7bfcrn-mfuC1ZB2bgYPlq8B3YB9ZX1sQ5qzAjV9yEgtR8gc41S-1HMg6hnYJGQKs3KuJcZBrFSKtBGe_12uTjM-aeWJWvsxBOhH2iZTaaVG9-uGOvXgZXX76D7JW3z/s1600-h/DSC00086+-+Copy+%282%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2kXlhfdUyrZZOU_7bfcrn-mfuC1ZB2bgYPlq8B3YB9ZX1sQ5qzAjV9yEgtR8gc41S-1HMg6hnYJGQKs3KuJcZBrFSKtBGe_12uTjM-aeWJWvsxBOhH2iZTaaVG9-uGOvXgZXX76D7JW3z/s200/DSC00086+-+Copy+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299688798271262482" border="0" /></a>Behind Kishore and Chinmoy respectively are seated <span style="font-weight: bold;">Vinod</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Arjun</span>, my closest companions in academics (and in lots of other things as well!). We follow a <span style="font-style: italic;">DAC </span>(Divide and Conquer) strategy of our own for courses that involve a high dosage of memorization (no better example than last semester's <span style="font-style: italic;">EC305: Communication Systems</span>) in which we divide the portion among ourselves and each one takes the responsibility for reading and understanding his respective portion and explaining it to the other two.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPmd27SXpJl-eFWs6UVpnroddKG69QMZUwPFDe0pAJlA9MVe8U4We_CCx_XsNT3eBxT6AO7Jl6Mranal0NqZcuFF9AxElsWqUmbTTFuMH_H3xSm7deJ2AkCPfrlv4dvIbEW6A8aOTfcgc/s1600-h/DSC00086+-+Copy+%283%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPmd27SXpJl-eFWs6UVpnroddKG69QMZUwPFDe0pAJlA9MVe8U4We_CCx_XsNT3eBxT6AO7Jl6Mranal0NqZcuFF9AxElsWqUmbTTFuMH_H3xSm7deJ2AkCPfrlv4dvIbEW6A8aOTfcgc/s200/DSC00086+-+Copy+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299687896901982434" border="0" /></a>The two charming smiles behind Vinod and Arjun belong respectively to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mohit</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mukunda</span>. Mukunda, who can understand and speak but not read or write Tamil, is a perfect complement to me; I can read and write but can't understand or speak the language.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt8V-mY4qgBIc0HooLE_I1dW5AEE14wZQFKcghNgxc3GeZRphBCncIFU3h2QJN43lGkYXRkh6Gz_UgUeSbOetWFT-4Pahl2irbuD4LZmMlYYd01DPb1j3dgGEA_V785E55WjtzfRRT7OYy/s1600-h/DSC00086+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt8V-mY4qgBIc0HooLE_I1dW5AEE14wZQFKcghNgxc3GeZRphBCncIFU3h2QJN43lGkYXRkh6Gz_UgUeSbOetWFT-4Pahl2irbuD4LZmMlYYd01DPb1j3dgGEA_V785E55WjtzfRRT7OYy/s320/DSC00086+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299648539877171842" border="0" /></a>Behind me, in the second row, are <span style="font-weight: bold;">Manjunath Kashyap</span> (in yellow t-shirt) and <a href="http://manikantaavinash.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Manikanta Avinash</span></a>, two very well-behaved and soft-spoken guys of our class. Behind them, in green tees, is <span style="font-weight: bold;">Siddharth</span>, another soft-spoken guy whose behaviour is adorably gentle and sense of dressing (usually, tees over jeans) is stylishly cool. Way behind Siddharth, in white tees, is <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mukund Kaimal</span>, also hiding his mouth as Siddharth, for some unknown reasons.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG9ldc3RjK6UHlS42tAVbvZRslcgQU9ETyyP6xko8CVwOtilL1zUmZ5Y_rOsKKccq8ATE_fwhmOb4Z-cfctU9_HDdlZ5QfTcPKyyObjcQQUKP7VdYpEUq_bTfylZmbFwb_v6oTmXlLX96y/s1600-h/DSC00086+-+Copy+%286%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG9ldc3RjK6UHlS42tAVbvZRslcgQU9ETyyP6xko8CVwOtilL1zUmZ5Y_rOsKKccq8ATE_fwhmOb4Z-cfctU9_HDdlZ5QfTcPKyyObjcQQUKP7VdYpEUq_bTfylZmbFwb_v6oTmXlLX96y/s200/DSC00086+-+Copy+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299691805812573826" border="0" /></a>Among the girls, the stand-out expression, a smile for the camera, is on the face of <span style="font-weight: bold;">Bala </span>(in green tops, 3rd row). Equally outstanding is the expression of pleasant fright on <span style="font-weight: bold;">Divya</span>'s face (in white, 2nd row). Her friends say she possesses a much wider and weirder range of facial expressions. To her right, in a pensive posture, is <span style="font-weight: bold;">Surbhi</span>. A friendly and dynamic girl, she has been my partner in a department-project since over a year.<br /><br />Many of my other classmates in my group of the class are missing in this picture - <span style="font-weight: bold;">Amrit</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Midhun</span> (currently in Singapore on a student-exchange programme), <span style="font-weight: bold;">Avinash</span> (who photographed the picture), <span style="font-weight: bold;">Pokala Rakesh</span><span>, </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anoosh</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sundar</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ashish</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Praneeth</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Deepan</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sujay</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Satyajit</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Saurabh</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Batti</span>,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Anirudh</span> (who has become an epitome of late-coming to class <span style="font-weight: bold;">:)</span>), <span style="font-weight: bold;">Harish Reddy</span>. It's a pity that we don't have a group pic of ourselves, even after being together for almost three years. How about a group photo session this semester? (I'll pass on this message to our Branch Counsellor.)<br /><br />All of us are having a wonderful time together. We always help eachother during times of assignments, tutorials, quizzes and end-semesters. The higher BP students generally try to be as approachable as possible and do not mind spending time in putting fundaes on courses to others. More often than not, we have kept the spirit of <span style="font-style: italic;">RG</span>, so very prevalent in the rest of the institute, out of us as far as possible. We have been and shall continue to be true friends of each other.<br /><br />And ya, if his '<span style="font-style: italic;">worst'</span> meant anything else, I can do no more than just feel sorry for him again; he, probably, couldn't experience the real fun of Electrical Engineering at IIT Madras!<br /></div>Rakesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034147409066121272noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6194546491119093737.post-44761092238734964062009-01-10T12:58:00.040+05:302009-01-11T19:52:58.420+05:30Ooty! Oo La La...TRAVEL MEMOIRS Part<span style="font-weight: bold;"> 3 of 5</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Date of travel</span>: 23-12-2008 (Tuesday)<br /><br />(After Part 1: <a href="http://innertunes.blogspot.com/2008/12/travel-memoir-part-1-of-5-date-of.html">Journey Bhubaneswar to Bangalore to Mysore</a> and Part 2: <a href="http://innertunes.blogspot.com/2009/01/mystique-mysore.html">Mystique Mysore</a>, this is Part 3 of this series of 5 memoirs.)<br /><br />The tour had only begun. After a thrilling Mysore experience the previous day, it was time to get high and go high...onto the highlands of Ooty, the queen of hill stations. Wow!<br /><br />We set off from Mysore at around 6:30 am.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">'Bandh?'ipur National Park</span><br />On the Mysore-Ooty highway was located Bandipur National Park, famous for Project Tiger; it's one of the 30-odd Project Tiger Reserves in India.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA8unyjNEyxqMhMZzYx1U-jnBmFcH1fS2sfmsLMuGjuDlca_PE2DR5NzGxFzzyqSWzEhUROi1mFKPZ3IS_hTBSUEuEEsmIEPQO7HRFHK9mjgzjHePBKjqr1xrgODny1l0ZCAndS5E2P5RF/s1600-h/DSC01077.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA8unyjNEyxqMhMZzYx1U-jnBmFcH1fS2sfmsLMuGjuDlca_PE2DR5NzGxFzzyqSWzEhUROi1mFKPZ3IS_hTBSUEuEEsmIEPQO7HRFHK9mjgzjHePBKjqr1xrgODny1l0ZCAndS5E2P5RF/s200/DSC01077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289615743502939682" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTYg3T_tUMMCX8ONfpQA6kooGSSg78jaqijawfHG7g1t0qIicYrtY3R36RjvC0rfmraFGaGq4gw3hw1mQpnPhAL_Sxa8FLpMZyxSbBT_2om_L5Y1ALxmN08V0k1QwbeY7NwITwYuMtjZW/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTYg3T_tUMMCX8ONfpQA6kooGSSg78jaqijawfHG7g1t0qIicYrtY3R36RjvC0rfmraFGaGq4gw3hw1mQpnPhAL_Sxa8FLpMZyxSbBT_2om_L5Y1ALxmN08V0k1QwbeY7NwITwYuMtjZW/s200/DSC01071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289615872667812514" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We went on a tour of the reserve in a Departmental Bus Safari. During the ride, <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImDntYwokLJn0sC2zbXBPLfOrMEcZ-On_5r56IvjIHZiWrGMRMU-5OR-BhLXySPmJiluhFjjn-p6AGFKO7LNXJXt3P095z1_rbdQi9EiHxfdIQi2Y065u7C81Hi3FACP-9hlMmryrHUwa/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImDntYwokLJn0sC2zbXBPLfOrMEcZ-On_5r56IvjIHZiWrGMRMU-5OR-BhLXySPmJiluhFjjn-p6AGFKO7LNXJXt3P095z1_rbdQi9EiHxfdIQi2Y065u7C81Hi3FACP-9hlMmryrHUwa/s200/DSC01069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289616797979816706" border="0" /></a>I was very amazed to see my co-passengers getting frenzied at the sight of an occasional deer here and there, counting them on their fingers. I quipped, "Mates! If you desire to do this sort of counting at IIT Madras, make sure that you bring lots of spare fingers with you!". But those deer, surviving in a perfectly natural habitat, looked much healthier than their IIT Madras's counterparts.<br /><br />Except for a few deer and monkeys (which, I bet, can be found in much greater abundance in the campus of IIT Madras), we couldn't spot anything dramatic. The only consolation was a distant maned head of a crouching lion which was so still and far that it could actually have been a statue or a living creature with equal probabilities! Barring these, it was just vast stretches of trees all throughout the Safari. I could only feel for the state of Project Tiger in India.<br /><br />In the end, all we passengers shared the common realization that the Bus Safari had only made each of us poorer by Rs.95! It, certainly, had "taken us all on a ride"!<br /><br />We resumed our journey to Ooty in our Chevrolet Tavera. Our driver, Mr. Nayaz Khan, kept us occupied with stories of his previous experience on that particular road through the forest, including an instance when a couple of elephants blocked the road and refused to budge from their positions, thus making him wait for about half-an-hour to get clearance. I told him that I see couples of elephants every now and then at IIT Madras (at the Gajendra Circle, of course!) What a PJ that was! :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bend it like hair-pins</span><br />As we moved onto the ghats of the enchanting Nilgiris, travel became more adventurous. Thirty-six hair-pin bends now separated us from Ooty. These bends, dangerously sloping up,<br />apparently over 45 degrees, posed a challenge to any driver. And if you did not note my previous statement, there were 36 of them! Nayaz Saheb narrated a recent incident of an Indica, traveling down the slope on 5th gear, that skidded off a bend and fell down the ghats. Our Tavera crawled up and around the bends on 2nd gear.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqzADZaUIgXxNLQzNXdlafLWiT5XvEEZdw8CyzwYDGKozrxn_v3ebbCHWdoVYJe7c5wK_BYV1tcW9AaBDrIfBdE8c2yjwPyQC6L12u1ZxekXiTPHRbvX4-aQU7-0Dr4njqLMJTaOhVRBsx/s1600-h/hairpin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqzADZaUIgXxNLQzNXdlafLWiT5XvEEZdw8CyzwYDGKozrxn_v3ebbCHWdoVYJe7c5wK_BYV1tcW9AaBDrIfBdE8c2yjwPyQC6L12u1ZxekXiTPHRbvX4-aQU7-0Dr4njqLMJTaOhVRBsx/s200/hairpin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289617604751867922" border="0" /></a><br />(Unfortunately, I do not have any image of those hair-pin bends. I have obtained the picture on the right from <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chrisstevenson/1841778848/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Flickr</span></a> to show how a hair-pin bend looks like.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Welcome to Ooty!</span><br />We reached Ooty at the stroke of noon. There was a touch of chill in the weather. We headed straight to the pre-booked ACC Guest House on Sheddon Road.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-xEA28xNmsvqtFsnihp1rIjEpNEN03bgifaYkTsO-C-yaBDZgOcZDNbclwxxSaFl_6EZG_zMZae9gvq-IaVYb08pG4-WalTAtcvMV9c3F2GcAFfFNDDKVI0a-0cS1_01JCTIVDmFBKdvG/s1600-h/DSC01084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-xEA28xNmsvqtFsnihp1rIjEpNEN03bgifaYkTsO-C-yaBDZgOcZDNbclwxxSaFl_6EZG_zMZae9gvq-IaVYb08pG4-WalTAtcvMV9c3F2GcAFfFNDDKVI0a-0cS1_01JCTIVDmFBKdvG/s200/DSC01084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289619102612656850" border="0" /></a>A team of three care-takers welcomed us upon our arrival. at that beautiful guest-house It was a pleasant surprise to discover that all three of them were Oriyas! And the lunch, comprising of the evergreen Oriya combo of bhaata-daali-bhaja-tarkari, made the place feel like home. We rested for an hour in our rooms. Gautam Gambhir and Yuvraj Singh were blasting the English bowlers away on the final day of the 2nd India-England Test Match at Mohali as India was pushing for an improbable victory. Both of them, though, were dismissed agonizingly short of their centuries. The match ended in a draw.<br /><br />We set-off for sight-seeing at around 14:00 hours.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ooty Boating House</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9VdwdeRnnjOYHtr8FOUGFcILwfb9Y80t1EXdxdRzY5z3T150uTtS9VROosM6O4IviSODxwRWrgzT6w3VF-pzEyb4uF4Thu0fU6z1cYeB0xnknIy-GCTUBRaTq5zXmtpgCClF0gZS9PFB/s1600-h/DSC01115.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9VdwdeRnnjOYHtr8FOUGFcILwfb9Y80t1EXdxdRzY5z3T150uTtS9VROosM6O4IviSODxwRWrgzT6w3VF-pzEyb4uF4Thu0fU6z1cYeB0xnknIy-GCTUBRaTq5zXmtpgCClF0gZS9PFB/s200/DSC01115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289620778048871042" border="0" /></a><br />We opted for two 4-seater pedal boats and went boating into the gleaming Ooty Lake. After some initial confusion regarding the steering mechanism of the boat, we pedaled hard and sailed smoothly through the shining water. It was real fun!<br /><br />Aanoo, Linu and me then decided to play <span style="font-style: italic;">Striking Cars</span> (a fun-game in which players drive mini electric cars in an arena for a given period of time. Theoretically one should try to avoid making contact with other cars but practically, there couldn't be any more fun than hitting someone's car from behind! <span style="font-weight: bold;">:)</span>).<br /><br />I and Linu sat together in a car while Aanoo decided to drive another himself alone. To make things look funny, I intentionally banged Aanoo's car from behind and quickly fled away from the scene before he could retaliate <span style="font-weight: bold;">:D</span>. A few seconds later, three other cars jammed into him from all directions and he was caught up in a traffic mess. In the end, he realized that driving a car at his age is not a cup of tea!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The pristine Botanical Garden</span><br />A true photographers' paradise! You stand anywhere and take a snap, you can be assured that there's a verdant natural background adding beauty to your photo. I needn't write any more about this place; enjoy its beauty (and mine too <span style="font-weight: bold;">:) </span>) in the images below.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZFvjw3fXCQHfs8QpYNvt4CSkYCaloPnARinf9SbdBgSPUw-XGEkmItMgM1TmzpTo0XFumFfrwnC7ZV-UI_Q2YmQi8mhV-9QiZR5w-V0xogAADtFK_roPbWIJuBIe6OGZrxQKL-gqDLH32/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZFvjw3fXCQHfs8QpYNvt4CSkYCaloPnARinf9SbdBgSPUw-XGEkmItMgM1TmzpTo0XFumFfrwnC7ZV-UI_Q2YmQi8mhV-9QiZR5w-V0xogAADtFK_roPbWIJuBIe6OGZrxQKL-gqDLH32/s200/DSC01129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289624587610240050" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cTJ6c-8285Ee1sIYhz8bMdQyJP6zkTIsRUBkC9kkp47hdRgkWrSvnpEXrZWroXunAO7aBZfFQPiJiQaq9efPCbt1GNN4VBOKFzcvxSONmBP8eT0_eKznZK3sY-narkK4wBh8-GUXouiX/s1600-h/DSC01168.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cTJ6c-8285Ee1sIYhz8bMdQyJP6zkTIsRUBkC9kkp47hdRgkWrSvnpEXrZWroXunAO7aBZfFQPiJiQaq9efPCbt1GNN4VBOKFzcvxSONmBP8eT0_eKznZK3sY-narkK4wBh8-GUXouiX/s200/DSC01168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289624673518127346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU0BbznqAi3ppzD2vSO24VvImRnO9L3qZxlzYWNbCUrud24d0utIhR0QUwOVX2Ugh21hUYQMHAiFRZ_omm8yNkPr4ziTew_2-2o9F0KQIZkntyKnbAQlnJe1kwzkSzzFYvlUL8P4Yq7RUH/s1600-h/DSC01132.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU0BbznqAi3ppzD2vSO24VvImRnO9L3qZxlzYWNbCUrud24d0utIhR0QUwOVX2Ugh21hUYQMHAiFRZ_omm8yNkPr4ziTew_2-2o9F0KQIZkntyKnbAQlnJe1kwzkSzzFYvlUL8P4Yq7RUH/s200/DSC01132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289622768475154738" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqrnuuXbeXTikb_C8x5PBLpARq1GqNmrEqCPYBLf5XjwiLLdypBQ2pKRIl_ynyB3rEvdmNBLdoMll_0yH5iGy0Hmf9E-OVqHOssb_gB2w-E70zT6begUW7fldX1Ja2Pp9MIPoI1b9SiOx/s1600-h/DSC01158.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqrnuuXbeXTikb_C8x5PBLpARq1GqNmrEqCPYBLf5XjwiLLdypBQ2pKRIl_ynyB3rEvdmNBLdoMll_0yH5iGy0Hmf9E-OVqHOssb_gB2w-E70zT6begUW7fldX1Ja2Pp9MIPoI1b9SiOx/s200/DSC01158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289622910378532994" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuhUxNDsHRR_Qsjgq0A7VjxD5oIsiiJGbyv5zXQ_u64TX6qhTmGj6k_v4vrT5dYc7uNfPXI_HrqR08Lh3GM8urP6O2l7X-KmBs0jkDg2TOBn5YxWHdAouLAUWou8bOtJxBhWqIqabPR8hu/s1600-h/DSC01137.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuhUxNDsHRR_Qsjgq0A7VjxD5oIsiiJGbyv5zXQ_u64TX6qhTmGj6k_v4vrT5dYc7uNfPXI_HrqR08Lh3GM8urP6O2l7X-KmBs0jkDg2TOBn5YxWHdAouLAUWou8bOtJxBhWqIqabPR8hu/s200/DSC01137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289623005636855378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dodabetta peak</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJR2W48aBsAQwZN0dUfEWqMyS9sS-pDtMYw5MRTf0qGKrCg5gZFqVFeecwEQJPl5pEuIDH59iUsAYz38G5AyI0vwY42v-Ii-Los4uUcZptM1e03kiEp6oKgmayfuOcdi3V2vK-04zLDBw/s1600-h/DSC01181.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJR2W48aBsAQwZN0dUfEWqMyS9sS-pDtMYw5MRTf0qGKrCg5gZFqVFeecwEQJPl5pEuIDH59iUsAYz38G5AyI0vwY42v-Ii-Los4uUcZptM1e03kiEp6oKgmayfuOcdi3V2vK-04zLDBw/s200/DSC01181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289625655720336594" border="0" /></a><br />Another wonderful location, it's the highest peak of the Nilgiris. It has a Telescope House from where one could enjoy a panoramic view of the whole district of Nilgiris. One could also view the Chamundi Hills (remember my last post, <a href="http://innertunes.blogspot.com/2009/01/mystique-mysore.html">Mystique Mysore</a>?) from this peak.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Home-made Tea Factory</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcb4cIabGWAVPK_jySgfbZNmW9q-jA2dzscQTaaQ47QHB1ygZ5umM0tpwaDEB8H65bxPrMv3ygjONt5dZHpS8qpvpiCP_eB0Iwi-gsAvyEh4dOxGaqkKFjTn-cSPcaraWoxhfm9gEYEQn6/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcb4cIabGWAVPK_jySgfbZNmW9q-jA2dzscQTaaQ47QHB1ygZ5umM0tpwaDEB8H65bxPrMv3ygjONt5dZHpS8qpvpiCP_eB0Iwi-gsAvyEh4dOxGaqkKFjTn-cSPcaraWoxhfm9gEYEQn6/s200/DSC01184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289626499384910498" border="0" /></a>After having seen innumerable banners proclaiming "Home-made chocolates available here" and "Home-made tea available here", we realized only upon reaching this tea-factory that "Home-made" is in fact a brand name and its products are certainly not "made at home". An official took us around the factory, showing and explaining to us the various steps involved in the process of tea-manufacture, right from bringing in the leaves up to the packaging of the final product. It was a good learning experience.<br /><br />It was already 19:00 hours and the cold was becoming terrible. There were still a couple of places we could have gone to but we decided to return back to our rooms. It had been a satisfying day, nevertheless.<br /><br />The chilly weather got still worse as night crept in. In spite of the presence of a room-heater, I had to seek the help of two bed-sheets and two blankets for keeping myself warm. Another unique experience! Deep inside these 4-layers of defence, as pleasant images of the day flashed across my mind, my lips smiled and heart just kept singing, "Ooty! Oo La La Ole Yo...".<br /><br />Next day, we would return to Bangalore. Stay tuned for Part 4 of this series of memoirs. Before concluding, here are some memorable snaps upon the breath-taking Nilgiris en route to Ooty.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLvP1l2qUaKy5Sn51ur7Eo_Agh-1wsCBBGjPw02MRkXcBCZQ_YYxEK1bVQ78EMSYAHd7L9MCSDWq7wn0F7Grfwylz9Mha0oycgL4Uft9kAHJtchBqF-kmabbCRUgoXB24xYSDCEjBWy6la/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLvP1l2qUaKy5Sn51ur7Eo_Agh-1wsCBBGjPw02MRkXcBCZQ_YYxEK1bVQ78EMSYAHd7L9MCSDWq7wn0F7Grfwylz9Mha0oycgL4Uft9kAHJtchBqF-kmabbCRUgoXB24xYSDCEjBWy6la/s200/DSC01208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289629853435870690" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Y586IxElFsddnnklUpRzQA8M785D18IlDO6P4pCb8fohZVXpQNYXEz2T327sfALHG7-MLsWREU6poSF7OMJ7hKeaSDHHyymYmQfquY_zf39Zv2Z78mavZqejKXMALK9mJTXY0-AZBCJp/s1600-h/DSC01203.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Y586IxElFsddnnklUpRzQA8M785D18IlDO6P4pCb8fohZVXpQNYXEz2T327sfALHG7-MLsWREU6poSF7OMJ7hKeaSDHHyymYmQfquY_zf39Zv2Z78mavZqejKXMALK9mJTXY0-AZBCJp/s200/DSC01203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289630040140315586" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKCWm2LT2g2caFPmynjrSZU6z6MesU3uSccLMQjPu2atH84UVeKxNkjzz7Lhq_0ngMhXxS3WzuYlwkQQN1WOOE-oy6TgrX75RMeIPX6KDgijMzRVGioVMbVaIAVMN0xjPB4ZGCt87uE2XJ/s1600-h/DSC01086.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKCWm2LT2g2caFPmynjrSZU6z6MesU3uSccLMQjPu2atH84UVeKxNkjzz7Lhq_0ngMhXxS3WzuYlwkQQN1WOOE-oy6TgrX75RMeIPX6KDgijMzRVGioVMbVaIAVMN0xjPB4ZGCt87uE2XJ/s200/DSC01086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289630277292837090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULAVGYRAANk3QODqgaLmwrCYj3rSV6uvEm4a8a6AzGX74aVWgs1eCv9czx1M4WGUiQnvOwg62vGcaup1DziMhFUu0h96CS1WYKzSJXNudDN4ybOCOMrn0EbQoDlZexJHGtst7c8avD5_J/s1600-h/DSC01199.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULAVGYRAANk3QODqgaLmwrCYj3rSV6uvEm4a8a6AzGX74aVWgs1eCv9czx1M4WGUiQnvOwg62vGcaup1DziMhFUu0h96CS1WYKzSJXNudDN4ybOCOMrn0EbQoDlZexJHGtst7c8avD5_J/s200/DSC01199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289630379661635762" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYsI1V5rV3ktNbv57kD9_IwtNGjU-IyOxv4jQ0sxx6VsUU5b5C_CkJeqkOgSw0ha3IgBhrMXRlE5IALB55zj5utIF6_pVERTt06zRjVw72q5XOVweKS6wnU3HTq-0_Akg0-c97GMKeXaM_/s1600-h/DSC01082.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYsI1V5rV3ktNbv57kD9_IwtNGjU-IyOxv4jQ0sxx6VsUU5b5C_CkJeqkOgSw0ha3IgBhrMXRlE5IALB55zj5utIF6_pVERTt06zRjVw72q5XOVweKS6wnU3HTq-0_Akg0-c97GMKeXaM_/s200/DSC01082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289630528377078722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Rakesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034147409066121272noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6194546491119093737.post-34739957987452423812009-01-02T18:14:00.037+05:302009-01-06T23:18:02.308+05:30Mystique MysoreTRAVEL MEMOIRS Part <span style="font-weight: bold;">2 of 5</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Date of travel</span>: 22-12-2008 (Monday)<br /><br />(This is part 2/5 of this series of memoirs. Part 1 is <a href="http://innertunes.blogspot.com/2008/12/travel-memoir-part-1-of-5-date-of.html">here</a>)<br /><br />It was December 22 - the shortest day in India, the day of winter solstice. We were at Mysore.<br /><br />Mysore is said to be the "battlefield of Gods, abode of kings, muse of poets and playground of athletes". Its so full of inspiration and excitement! The palatial architectures, the historical monuments, the beautiful gardens, the divine temples and churches - every single sight holds the ability to freshen up any tired soul, to charge up any neutral body.<br /><br />A silhouette glimpse of an illuminated Mysore Palace against the virtually lit-up black sky while entering Mysore the previous night had made us madly excited about the city. We were nothing short of excited when we woke up early morning, to explore the full grandeur of this city, the cultural capital of Karnataka.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chamundi Hills</span><br />We started off the day with a visit to the auspicious Chamundi Hills, the abode of Sri Chamundeshwari, considered to be the universal Mother.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Chamundeshwari Temple</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9uSCfUbgMZVp2OgEAnfZbcFat3G4lZM5w4O6-42dzk7vZCprfggjRapI1bf0jpscuywaTxtN77sD4Ih1WgJPl8xuGi0aeouAHH7EN7W_l8ZInPGx9kFcHQNn5IwJoMHo0Ihq5Vv0oDyLx/s1600-h/DSC00966.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9uSCfUbgMZVp2OgEAnfZbcFat3G4lZM5w4O6-42dzk7vZCprfggjRapI1bf0jpscuywaTxtN77sD4Ih1WgJPl8xuGi0aeouAHH7EN7W_l8ZInPGx9kFcHQNn5IwJoMHo0Ihq5Vv0oDyLx/s400/DSC00966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286700578621333730" border="0" /></a><br />There's a piece of interesting mythology behind it - the demon Mahishashura, who used to be the king of this place (infact, this place was initially named Mahishur, which was later refined to Mysore), was slaughtered by Goddess Chamundeshwari. This temple, built in her honour atop the Chamundi Hills (named after her), houses a terrifying idol of the Goddess wearing a garland of skulls. A huge figure of Mahishashura, guarding the entrance, is a popular site for photography. A localite informed us that Mahishashura has become a good soul now and safeguards the residents of the city.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqDl4VLSmuCoNmWEiiH_3vypA0EVmC_NvfWU8R4jt_xVnaOb4HsFY8VNXG3DITy3-b04FZgOFix0E4oZ6RLUyFNEh54oFtMZH-oVBAbhsz8xNXcgJH92_K_k_fsjKVGzVjNdQpKM8mCWew/s1600-h/DSC00986.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqDl4VLSmuCoNmWEiiH_3vypA0EVmC_NvfWU8R4jt_xVnaOb4HsFY8VNXG3DITy3-b04FZgOFix0E4oZ6RLUyFNEh54oFtMZH-oVBAbhsz8xNXcgJH92_K_k_fsjKVGzVjNdQpKM8mCWew/s320/DSC00986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286703006481644050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The Gigantic Mysore Bull</span><br />Also on the hills is located the widely famous Mysore bull - a gigantic monolithic statue of Nandi (the vehicle of Lord Shiva), adjacent to a Cave Shiva Temple.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mysore Palace</span><br />If it's the Taj Mahal in the north, it has to be the Mysore Palace in the south - symbols of exotic beauty and architectural wonder. This palace, originally wooden, was destroyed in a fire in 1897. It was completely rebuilt, using only non-combustible material (mostly granite, marble and cast iron), during 1897-1912 under the leadership of Sir Henry Irwin, a British architect.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh44evz-8P2yjsynKMw7OluwwDMvJxBZ1Zuh4q_YJzRtbohu5Mhcw2fr8PGjRxh5WjHHQElG051Az_97JtqmviEDREGknW7wi3bi0KeTA5yNmSJyUUZuxzxrF53ATHBufj_xpAhFH_9A4uY/s1600-h/DSC00996.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh44evz-8P2yjsynKMw7OluwwDMvJxBZ1Zuh4q_YJzRtbohu5Mhcw2fr8PGjRxh5WjHHQElG051Az_97JtqmviEDREGknW7wi3bi0KeTA5yNmSJyUUZuxzxrF53ATHBufj_xpAhFH_9A4uY/s320/DSC00996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286702268487217346" border="0" /></a>An innovative idea in place for the visitors was the "Audio Guide". You would be given (upon payment of Rs.100) a hand-held device (containing a keypad) and a headphone. There would be number-marks at various locations inside the palace; you would have to press that number on your keypad upon reaching there to hear a description of that particular site on your headphone.<br /><br /><br /><br />Inside the palace, the public and private durbar halls, the marriage mandap, the wrestling courtyard, the ivory doors and a host of other stuff simply took our breath away. Outside, the majestic view of the palace and the well-maintained gardens were quite refreshing to watch.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJocACsXVTlZRQw5DOaV_-clK2uC72cnzvY2xkbjp1v63gxA6MhML8U2en8k-k4clYulDyD8RtYKo6WMiHikuVzmZ_6CGdOLh1dIC2BR2KZFzjA2eVgkbwKvCvRGOxaHnxMxZvw75hRS6G/s1600-h/DSC01020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJocACsXVTlZRQw5DOaV_-clK2uC72cnzvY2xkbjp1v63gxA6MhML8U2en8k-k4clYulDyD8RtYKo6WMiHikuVzmZ_6CGdOLh1dIC2BR2KZFzjA2eVgkbwKvCvRGOxaHnxMxZvw75hRS6G/s320/DSC01020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286702566658368914" border="0" /></a>A number of bronze figures of tigers were installed in the palace premises. The word "touch" in the message "Don't touch me" underneath all the figures had been horribly mis-spelt as "toutch". With so many foreign tourists staring at the mistake, it's quite an embarrassment for any Indian. It's a pity that the error hasn't been rectified yet!<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">St.Philomena's Church</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRKndA1pp8DHgXFItMIGp8eyoY1ZEG8w_ABq4dj-diknfU4g5VpR0PztNVYkiQFjZIQaMR1oOZOy0WuWKJL3_MCa0OaSX9BMGWrCjqXmff2-8Zrnqh__MgAU4zLRRgtjKLeicOA4Eopsp/s1600-h/DSC01026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRKndA1pp8DHgXFItMIGp8eyoY1ZEG8w_ABq4dj-diknfU4g5VpR0PztNVYkiQFjZIQaMR1oOZOy0WuWKJL3_MCa0OaSX9BMGWrCjqXmff2-8Zrnqh__MgAU4zLRRgtjKLeicOA4Eopsp/s320/DSC01026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286703870014925682" border="0" /></a>Another architectural beauty and a holy place in the city of Mysore, this church was built in honour of St. Philomena, a 14-year old Greek girl martyred in the 4th century. I found out an interesting bit of history behind this patron saint on Wikipedia. Read that article <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Philomena%27s_Church,_Mysore#Patron_saint">here</a> if you are interested.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Srirangapatna</span><br />It was the capital of Mysore during the rule of Tipu Sultan, the Tiger of Mysore. We spent sometime at the beautiful Daria Daulat Bagh (Tipu's summer residence), Gumbaz (mausoleum of Tipu and his parents) and the obelisk marking the death-spot of Tipu Sultan. We dipped our palms in water at the holy Sangam, the confluence of Cauvery and its branch, Lokpavani. We sought blessings for all at the Ranganathaswamy Temple, where a smiling Lord Vishnu reclined over the serpent, <span style="font-style: italic;">Adisesha</span>.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKOTcL6T_4h9hgf4HNEpscLnZ_DTkn0ASLrX1mYNu45qk9ijLtC70bAT_W4qbvhVEFl04NgCxcOCFZWJ1Y5Vz9lxRMKvITQz_lCZR7ueAnWzUsoy_q2_U-F2I_lwoHSAo4JZY2yIr9VGco/s1600-h/DSC01038.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: left;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhigJdzLavXREpQRJWPqJPX23fSGPcydxsQjekcsUNhajjhACFt2rbIyj5KMgvM02wXD5HgKWvp0OigUtqW6Z7j5fu0q-Y8oVl35zdP0GuVLLysDdfiA0pVf98iaM5wQo6uLWzmId1fpX3r/s1600-h/DSC01035.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhigJdzLavXREpQRJWPqJPX23fSGPcydxsQjekcsUNhajjhACFt2rbIyj5KMgvM02wXD5HgKWvp0OigUtqW6Z7j5fu0q-Y8oVl35zdP0GuVLLysDdfiA0pVf98iaM5wQo6uLWzmId1fpX3r/s200/DSC01035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286707058970174754" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKOTcL6T_4h9hgf4HNEpscLnZ_DTkn0ASLrX1mYNu45qk9ijLtC70bAT_W4qbvhVEFl04NgCxcOCFZWJ1Y5Vz9lxRMKvITQz_lCZR7ueAnWzUsoy_q2_U-F2I_lwoHSAo4JZY2yIr9VGco/s1600-h/DSC01038.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKOTcL6T_4h9hgf4HNEpscLnZ_DTkn0ASLrX1mYNu45qk9ijLtC70bAT_W4qbvhVEFl04NgCxcOCFZWJ1Y5Vz9lxRMKvITQz_lCZR7ueAnWzUsoy_q2_U-F2I_lwoHSAo4JZY2yIr9VGco/s200/DSC01038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286707227962908242" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjylXmzAX9lCIOsktOjwNJEIFpomgEGsiFrH-G8dS7LoK-zyaiAUsi0z0-UMq3kHAB3_g0LB1E-UuvFbIdXS1GnlREb-wO3161Tck18IHXPYaoanb_h8NxJLl-lYfwFyo01hsQj3cIOI2n0/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjylXmzAX9lCIOsktOjwNJEIFpomgEGsiFrH-G8dS7LoK-zyaiAUsi0z0-UMq3kHAB3_g0LB1E-UuvFbIdXS1GnlREb-wO3161Tck18IHXPYaoanb_h8NxJLl-lYfwFyo01hsQj3cIOI2n0/s200/DSC01044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286707525643923730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIwq9uGhdawu0HQNrNKzu8lOA5_WXP1el9qnFvY__G3Ds6nToI0t4Imc-EOFjRM-EbCafIxVpC6dwy0LfLMcYnJa2f17Dfbg7k2INY-IYZJBHzkY9E_cCrKgyEP6XV65Pg2EvoMy9VRn-E/s1600-h/DSC01040.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIwq9uGhdawu0HQNrNKzu8lOA5_WXP1el9qnFvY__G3Ds6nToI0t4Imc-EOFjRM-EbCafIxVpC6dwy0LfLMcYnJa2f17Dfbg7k2INY-IYZJBHzkY9E_cCrKgyEP6XV65Pg2EvoMy9VRn-E/s200/DSC01040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286707750820638146" border="0" /></a></div><br />With the fragrance of the extensive rose-fields on either side of the road on our way back keeping us mentally refreshed at the dusk hour, we set off for the Brindavan Gardens.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Brindavan Gardens</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfCiEZ_-fV4WEHib426imOwGF8obWqUVYaE4J1tu-rcvzMQUmvLJ4y5fUsRBvCNQHkUogEL0klRcAcVnarD9mqPBvn-_z1covWK0Gp1DeK87OOqu8s-s018SzSPrZDXClQPdl5KPkNkK6T/s1600-h/DSC01056.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfCiEZ_-fV4WEHib426imOwGF8obWqUVYaE4J1tu-rcvzMQUmvLJ4y5fUsRBvCNQHkUogEL0klRcAcVnarD9mqPBvn-_z1covWK0Gp1DeK87OOqu8s-s018SzSPrZDXClQPdl5KPkNkK6T/s200/DSC01056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286708414308380578" border="0" /></a><br />We had missed the musical fountain show here the previous night. Not again! We reached the spot well ahead of time...and it turned out to be worth the effort. The musical fountain was quite a show! Columns of water danced, waved, swirled and curled, in a variety of colours, to some popular tunes. The illuminated KR Sagar dam, overshadowing the gardens, provided a wonderful scenery!<br /><br /><br />We then did a bit a shopping at the Mysore Silk Plaza and the Mysore Arts and Crafts centre (that showcased some exquisite sandalwood products). It was 9.30 pm already. We had dinner at our guest house and rested for the day.<br /><br />Next morning, we would travel to Ooty! Stay tuned for Part 3 of this series of memoirs, "Ooty, Ooh La La!".<br /><br />It was an exhilarating experience exploring the mystique Mysore! Before I conclude, here are some more memorable images of that day...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz4Nml1MwccvzEo5nvuW_yPb1Q8jPhMObTY3zhofBnv88Iuc2ny39LXbedNb5auA5Ztb9AICC7Vv81dJ2iajMwCsezV-ybNlVYHO4pyZnMm69zWleS6Rs-fIH-kZoEmKdgqDdfoctWt9My/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz4Nml1MwccvzEo5nvuW_yPb1Q8jPhMObTY3zhofBnv88Iuc2ny39LXbedNb5auA5Ztb9AICC7Vv81dJ2iajMwCsezV-ybNlVYHO4pyZnMm69zWleS6Rs-fIH-kZoEmKdgqDdfoctWt9My/s400/DSC01005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286711354336125458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeOikLpw2aN40hTspjSA7jSwXgjT00JwI8GNQp_C-St-cGJ1hr9Pj_G2TIUZ-SQ10xOgVybHiAYqjxgPQp2OcVsLyQ0_K7M6sg2kFsofTwghjcxYrf_Xfploa68CcuaarWTbf0wuQlHOkB/s1600-h/DSC01033.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeOikLpw2aN40hTspjSA7jSwXgjT00JwI8GNQp_C-St-cGJ1hr9Pj_G2TIUZ-SQ10xOgVybHiAYqjxgPQp2OcVsLyQ0_K7M6sg2kFsofTwghjcxYrf_Xfploa68CcuaarWTbf0wuQlHOkB/s400/DSC01033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286711536499716674" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFGZd7InmZYUx5PWLlH7hytDCUWwL-f66WREA9atNxi7UY98tzUF2ZVdbjMZmiYauQzAced0RQCYNwt0KHuygm6C8wBAQ0rXQNr7u86GoQXnA5BHFOUgUT6Q5AIjo9n74x8Pz-l1L7ZLnu/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFGZd7InmZYUx5PWLlH7hytDCUWwL-f66WREA9atNxi7UY98tzUF2ZVdbjMZmiYauQzAced0RQCYNwt0KHuygm6C8wBAQ0rXQNr7u86GoQXnA5BHFOUgUT6Q5AIjo9n74x8Pz-l1L7ZLnu/s320/DSC00972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286712200015695874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc3b4Vgo2ybYzG5XZruW4T6dKs8kX7SJVsST2RYUKn-_F5kV-7v_4tNDptRYC_ZdgZT-1Xt8gRqnAP6oypNvgCEEFWIDYO_6ztRJUZh73sK8gVA4NENd6Iispq1OEXR8SqxslZxOV2KzqR/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc3b4Vgo2ybYzG5XZruW4T6dKs8kX7SJVsST2RYUKn-_F5kV-7v_4tNDptRYC_ZdgZT-1Xt8gRqnAP6oypNvgCEEFWIDYO_6ztRJUZh73sK8gVA4NENd6Iispq1OEXR8SqxslZxOV2KzqR/s320/DSC01011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286712331728903730" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Rakesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034147409066121272noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6194546491119093737.post-26093576565104810092008-12-27T02:36:00.038+05:302009-01-03T13:54:10.543+05:30Journey Bhubaneswar to Bangalore to MysoreTRAVEL MEMOIRS Part <span style="font-weight: bold;">1 of 5</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Date of travel</span>: 21-12-2008 (Sunday)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">What a memorable week it has been!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4m71wQaBanPqOzgj5Jb2VEfvf2kymVJkMpUvCG9p-UXthCMIY6PQZUL1aMrCjdbLNoOvjeToaHB1v-P7QF5sziVRh5LeWifR9C42dhpzUz6FdS67QVneEVxz3jStUDAVe6Kt5P9zcYi9D/s1600-h/The+007+of+us.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4m71wQaBanPqOzgj5Jb2VEfvf2kymVJkMpUvCG9p-UXthCMIY6PQZUL1aMrCjdbLNoOvjeToaHB1v-P7QF5sziVRh5LeWifR9C42dhpzUz6FdS67QVneEVxz3jStUDAVe6Kt5P9zcYi9D/s400/The+007+of+us.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285239843945009970" border="0" /></a></div> I had been on a 5-day holiday trip to Mysore, Ooty and Bangalore, accompanied by my<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Sana Mamu and Mayeen (<span style="font-style: italic;">Chho</span><span style="font-style: italic;">te</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> Mama aur </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Mami</span>), their son Baibhav (Aanoo), daughter Sanjeevani (Linu), Binod Mamu (a cousin uncle) and Lina Mayeen (his wife).<br /><br />(I'm aware that <span style="font-style: italic;">Bangalore</span> is now <span style="font-style: italic;">Bengalooru</span>. The new name sounds more comic than kuntry; I'll continue to use the older name in my posts.)<span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /></span>This is my first-ever attempt at writing travel memoirs. Since I already had a blog of my own, I was noting down points while travelling around so as to organize and publish them later on my blog. In addition to being able to share my experiences with a larger number of people, I'm pretty sure that these written memoirs will help keep those wonderful memories alive forever!<br /><br />The first day was all of traveling and none of sight-seeing. We first flew to Bangalore from Bhubaneswar and then traveled to Mysore by car. A few recollections of that day:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Flight delay</span><br />This is the most irritating thing that can ever happen on a journey. A 1 hour delay in a 20 hour-or-so train-journey is somewhat acceptable, but a 1 hour delay prior to a 2 hours flight-journey truly blows up one's fuse. The reason suggested for the delay was "fog", though I couldn't see any sign of fog in the sunny sky at 12 noon. Our IT Kingfisher 3446 flight, scheduled to depart at 12:10, finally took off at 13:15.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Window Vista</span><br />I had flown quite a few times before and each time, I had been lucky enough to get a window seat. This time, I didn't! Without those wonderful aerial window vistas and those "living-in-the-clouds" feeling, I disappointingly realized that sitting in a flight is not very different from sitting in some A/C deluxe bus (except, probably, for the services of the air hostesses).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wah, Bangalore Airport!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiko0iM_cVwKPn_b9l2tpycsDszzV38ECFDM3xhrx6XM-5xyxaSn0D2H1YFNo8XgaZ6NKe_BLq0WbqCzNOhSMw07m1r3tSrpkwxio8Z5CChBxLIKPgwOMyUl9UnDYT8FsZGJifUKCYciClK/s1600-h/Outside+the+new+Bangalore+International+Airport.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiko0iM_cVwKPn_b9l2tpycsDszzV38ECFDM3xhrx6XM-5xyxaSn0D2H1YFNo8XgaZ6NKe_BLq0WbqCzNOhSMw07m1r3tSrpkwxio8Z5CChBxLIKPgwOMyUl9UnDYT8FsZGJifUKCYciClK/s400/Outside+the+new+Bangalore+International+Airport.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285240919952586578" border="0" /></a><br />The dazzling new, lavishly spacious, beautifully crafted and wonderfully well-furnished Bangalore International Airport is a viewer's delight! I have been to the airports at Mumbai, Chennai, Kolkata and of course, Bhubaneswar; this airport is arguably the best I have seen so far!<br /><br />Even the slightest touch of disappointment due to the flight-delay vanished in a moment at the amazing sight of this airport!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Gaadi Mere Saathi</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFt_CcLOI-QIGGNJOV1equsWNw33W0Mzd1aWRf1iTHHg2-ORTLNYn127Zzgwj5dST2f61zZVVbt4VYd9qN_ggvpqmxsLOghsdg2OVDSDo9GEcM7wDz1qZ9PV3FEqTMDNLDhL5phQ7w6El9/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFt_CcLOI-QIGGNJOV1equsWNw33W0Mzd1aWRf1iTHHg2-ORTLNYn127Zzgwj5dST2f61zZVVbt4VYd9qN_ggvpqmxsLOghsdg2OVDSDo9GEcM7wDz1qZ9PV3FEqTMDNLDhL5phQ7w6El9/s400/DSC01275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285242019207180498" border="0" /></a>A pre-booked <span style="font-style: italic;">Chevrolet Tavera</span> received us at the airport. I must make a special mention of the driver, Mr. Nayaz Khan (Annu), who became our driver-cum-guide for the rest of our trip. An extremely cool guy who once remarked, <span style="font-style: italic;">"Mere life mein koi tension nahin hai, sahab....aur tension aayega bhi toh main lega nahin" </span>(I do not have any tension in my life, Sir...and even if tension arises, I won't take it), he was chirpy, ever-cheerful and always ready to travel that extra mile for our convenience.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bangalore-Mysore highway</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX84hzlk5t3jPY9D6hioHyxj_B0QtIRwJ5kzwiqtHN8a7LYijx0U7iWhhGD1AcMqafi2mON6ZXpMO-xIkV0a_BiggPHzhIc30zGV2wdWTFFaWtKUaQ4A8_wlGdWMryTkpq1f0RZf0q5dAj/s1600-h/Luggages+on+top.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX84hzlk5t3jPY9D6hioHyxj_B0QtIRwJ5kzwiqtHN8a7LYijx0U7iWhhGD1AcMqafi2mON6ZXpMO-xIkV0a_BiggPHzhIc30zGV2wdWTFFaWtKUaQ4A8_wlGdWMryTkpq1f0RZf0q5dAj/s400/Luggages+on+top.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285243400862159474" border="0" /></a><br />All of our 7 heavy baggages tied on top of our vehicle, we set off for Mysore directly from the airport. Soft Hindi tracks on 94.3FM Radio One, infinite posters of a Kannada movie,<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Mast Majaa Madi,</span> on the streetwalls and sight of trucks loaded with granite slabs kept us interested on our way out of Bangalore.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinAtgtZlcWSl_a1DFx0_mLi7QSu47ljA_Mkwzx7-8qz3US0zd2nmhz6_NPexedoW5n2iF_kTuUhPpjaZ0KPhyjzK-wMvvfMuTfCVCIGIfwnJAn4rATkeHszc0mL-PGloMLoMGmg1AGyaO8/s1600-h/Wonderla.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinAtgtZlcWSl_a1DFx0_mLi7QSu47ljA_Mkwzx7-8qz3US0zd2nmhz6_NPexedoW5n2iF_kTuUhPpjaZ0KPhyjzK-wMvvfMuTfCVCIGIfwnJAn4rATkeHszc0mL-PGloMLoMGmg1AGyaO8/s400/Wonderla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285250763471721282" border="0" /></a>On the Bangalore-Mysore highway was located <span style="font-style: italic;">Wonderla</span>, a thrilling amusement park considered to be one among the very best in the country.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Zl7joK2jFEes3uwU4Xlj4sTQg040JcwY_PZhGwEE-hLhVfwyDThfU2hQGk4dLu3Zf1249RJGTdxtym1FuhyLCBuzF_kxFQo1ZM39siLcS1wQqE563Atp9Zj7l1l9WbKFt7w-drRascD8/s1600-h/Sholay.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Zl7joK2jFEes3uwU4Xlj4sTQg040JcwY_PZhGwEE-hLhVfwyDThfU2hQGk4dLu3Zf1249RJGTdxtym1FuhyLCBuzF_kxFQo1ZM39siLcS1wQqE563Atp9Zj7l1l9WbKFt7w-drRascD8/s400/Sholay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285246802677010242" border="0" /></a>Also on the highway was the town of <span style="font-style: italic;">Ramanagaram, </span>on the rocky terrains of which the biggest Bollywood blockbuster <span style="font-style: italic;">Sholay</span> was shot. The most-imitated villain of Indian cinema, Gabbar Singh, had delivered some of his unforgettable dialogues on the hills of this town.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mysore miss</span><br />We entered Mysore at around 20:00 hours. We decided to attend the famous musical fountain show at Brindaban Gardens that night itself, but missed it by a whisker. We reached the place just a minute before the conclusion of the 15-min show.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiinEHodXun-3qQR12mcps-tf6ZjPoLGJy_d8dQbOx9S_1QiTig5POqBGkckxfl_yEwF2aN8iQOqkfV045Z9Z7xdKstvq1zohmpWIfCEpBD5Qt4QdI0PFVWwGBAW48YAJaIrPtkMmFJ1XId/s1600-h/DSC01065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiinEHodXun-3qQR12mcps-tf6ZjPoLGJy_d8dQbOx9S_1QiTig5POqBGkckxfl_yEwF2aN8iQOqkfV045Z9Z7xdKstvq1zohmpWIfCEpBD5Qt4QdI0PFVWwGBAW48YAJaIrPtkMmFJ1XId/s400/DSC01065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285247907526668818" border="0" /></a><br />We had our dinner at <span style="font-style: italic;">Hotel Vishnu Bhavan</span>, a popular veg hotel in Mysore and retired for the day at the CSTRI Guest House.<br /><br />Part 2 of this series of memoirs (titled: <span style="font-style: italic;">Mystique Mysore</span>) is coming soon...stay tuned!<br /><br />The first day involved a bit of hectic traveling but set the stage for an exciting experience in the next few days!<br /><br /></div>Rakesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034147409066121272noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6194546491119093737.post-81700120929460480252008-11-04T20:18:00.026+05:302008-12-27T02:18:46.518+05:30A true champion<div style="text-align: justify;"><meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><title></title><meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4 (Win32)"><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } P { margin-botto</style>Anil Kumble has retired from international cricket!</div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">I, generally, do not write articles unless something within myself strongly urges me to do so. This incident has certainly provided that strong urge. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">Courtesy the usual fortnightly Analog Circuits tests on Tuesdays, I had been refraining myself from spending time on writing this article since the last couple of days. Not any more! </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">(By the way, today's Analog Circuits test got postponed to next Tuesday, which simply means that my last weekend's fight has gone in vain.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;">I tried so hard
<br />And got so far
<br />But in the end
<br />It doesn't even matter...</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">Sounds so true! Doesn't it?)</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">Why this sudden urge? Anil bhai has been my favourite cricketer ever since I started understanding the game of cricket; a cricketer whom I simply loved to watch in action. He, for sure, didn't have the flamboyance of a Tendulkar or the fashion of a Dhoni, yet he was an elegant and effective cricketer. What struck me most about him was the dignified manner in which he conducted himself, on and off the field. As Ian Chappell puts it, </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;">“He was a cricketer who never compromised his dignity. He fought hard, but never lost his poise”. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">In this era of modern cricket, when sledging and violation of rules have become cricket-style, this man, in his 18 years career, has never had to face the match referee for indiscipline; has never ever got involved in any sort of controversy. Hard to believe, isn't it?
<br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">I met Anil bhai for the first time (and, till date, the last time as well) in January 2002 when he was in Bhubaneswar for an ODI against England. Wide-chest, big build, easily over 6-ft tall, he presented a giant figure. No wonder they call him “Jumbo”!</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">Critics have often questioned him as a 'spinner' who couldn't turn the ball enough, something that his contemporaries, Shane Warne or Muttiah Muralitharan, could do so vicously. But Kumble's real strength was in his subtle variation of pace and length and imperceptible deviation in line, that could fool even the best batsman in business. Anyway, when he could pick up more than 900 international wickets with his soft and slow turners, did he need to spin the ball any more?</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">Anil bhai gave India its proudest moment when he gobbled up all 10 wickets in an innings against Pakistan on a foggy day in February 1999 at the Feroze Shah Kotla, thus becoming only the second cricketer ever to achieve this feat (26.3-9-74-10 were his magical bowling figures). He achieved a personal milestone recently, in August 2007 against England, when he slammed his first international century. No other Indian batsman on that tour could reach triple figures!
<br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAH1cCXZC6Ytl83Fo_pP6Ye00MjwfDdZqbwxzZIq5S00ied_sJD5oJxMNqy_vDYF_4boqCOVP9PvC-Mcn4Zv0yFrtWVYdqjNlu5MO6oXlmbu6Vu-67VRN3NJ-R0BpuLREd1ENs30neZV1s/s1600-h/78466.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 352px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAH1cCXZC6Ytl83Fo_pP6Ye00MjwfDdZqbwxzZIq5S00ied_sJD5oJxMNqy_vDYF_4boqCOVP9PvC-Mcn4Zv0yFrtWVYdqjNlu5MO6oXlmbu6Vu-67VRN3NJ-R0BpuLREd1ENs30neZV1s/s400/78466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264838000955201746" border="0" /></a></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Anil bhai celebrates his maiden international century</span>
<br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">An incident, which no cricket-enthusiast can ever forget, occurred in May 2002 at Antigua. A Mervyn Dillon bouncer fractured Anil bhai's jaw. He was in pain and stitches. The next morning, during West Indies' batting, he observed Sachin Tendulkar extracting bounce and turn from the wicket. He immediately got up, “I'll go out and bowl”. The jaw was temporarily held in position by a thick bandage, the tooth was moving, there was a big crack. But he wanted to bowl. And so he did. In one of the bravest acts in cricket history that followed, he bowled 14 overs on the trot (yes, 14 overs!) with his broken jaw, claiming the prize wicket of the great Brian Lara in the process. Who would dare to question his commitment?</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfiYkKUHbxn_1nyiBPDRyyAfAW3XjoGaL9eSVNScE1VHTPC193bmfs5sAuw2YrIWKQZR2BRwt35z6sTW8vfvCbIaAui3dKPXj_dpt68vro2nFms7K8oURl5Td7MKO9pSgJlY4-XW97pB6y/s1600-h/_1988247_k300.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfiYkKUHbxn_1nyiBPDRyyAfAW3XjoGaL9eSVNScE1VHTPC193bmfs5sAuw2YrIWKQZR2BRwt35z6sTW8vfvCbIaAui3dKPXj_dpt68vro2nFms7K8oURl5Td7MKO9pSgJlY4-XW97pB6y/s400/_1988247_k300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264837467157632162" border="0" /></a></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Anil bhai, with his bandaged fractured jaw, celebrates the dismissal of Brian Lara</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" > in a Test match against West Indies at Antigua, 2002</span>
<br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">Sourav Ganguly, India's former captain, once remarked, “If the opposition is 250 for 1 and I am looking around the field, there will be one man looking straight back at me because he wants the ball.” That's Anil Kumble! </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">His contribution to Indian cricket shall be cherished forever. At his final post-match press conference, when he was questioned how he would like to be remembered as, he replied,”...as someone who raised the bar for his team; someone who always gave his 100%”.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;">His never-say-die attitude will continue to inspire many. His dignity and sportmanship will set benchmarks. He is, and shall forever remain, a true champion! </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Dear Anil Bhai,</span>
<br />As you bid good-bye to cricket, an inexplicable sense of disappointment grips my heart. I salute your achievements and contributions! I'll miss you...
<br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnu1pOQ4w03xEZd277LevYDaeXNlEZ80BgQBwIE8Flmljy-EYRDpVTojEWyv3nbxPU3i19ji_Wc3qUqp3rIzHrHVd0liVPWjx3Td7ZlNeiip9ziooTXt0SVE-InEVIo6Wq_gMLz0cKwvoF/s1600-h/95659.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnu1pOQ4w03xEZd277LevYDaeXNlEZ80BgQBwIE8Flmljy-EYRDpVTojEWyv3nbxPU3i19ji_Wc3qUqp3rIzHrHVd0liVPWjx3Td7ZlNeiip9ziooTXt0SVE-InEVIo6Wq_gMLz0cKwvoF/s400/95659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264838335539676450" border="0" /></a></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Final moments: Last Test match, at Feroze Shah Kotla</span>
<br /></p> Rakesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034147409066121272noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6194546491119093737.post-73716448542598626822008-10-17T21:49:00.021+05:302008-11-04T23:45:25.151+05:30Yet another dayYesterday was an uncharacteristically dull day. My wing seemed unusually silent. I couldn't help but go around finding out what was wrong.<br /><br />My neighbour, <span style="font-style: italic;">Aruppu</span>, inside his room, was on a "movie spree" (as he termed it). After returning from classes, he had watched 3 movies in a row without break and was in the middle of the 4th when I knocked on his door. I decided not to disturb his flow. I moved along.<br /><br />A couple of rooms away, <span style="font-style: italic;">Darling</span> was looking blankly at a newspaper, feeling low over a bad quiz result. I tried pepping him up but he was not in the usual kind of mood. I couldn't do anything more than leave him alone.<br /><br />A few locked rooms thereafter and next came <span style="font-style: italic;">D'ram</span>. He was busy doing something on his comp. I said "Hi" through his window. Without even looking up, he replied a "Hi" so low in volume that I understood he was clearly not interested in anything other than his task at that moment. I continued moving.<br /><br />One room later was <span style="font-style: italic;">Ala</span>. His dust-allergy had given him a cold. With a towel on his shoulder to counter any untimely nose-overflow, he appeared in a state of discomfort. I compassionately inquired about his health and medication. He needed rest and I decided not to disturb him.<br /><br />All of a sudden, I started feeling dull and down for no explicable reason. Coming back to my room, I logged onto GTalk with the hope of finding something, someone inspiring. I generally check all the status messages everytime I come online and usually find many interesting ones. But yesterday, as I said, was uncharacteristically dull. Barring the usual KJ's <span style="font-style: italic;">Tran</span> PJs, there wasn't anything much I could derive inspiration from. I changed my status message to "Down...", honestly indicating my state of mind. A couple of people immediately responded and tried to lift my spirits up. It was really nice of them to do so. These kind of responses certainly make one feel that he's being cared for.<br /><br />During the course of a chat, I realised that I had loads to mug up for my B slot (Communications Systems) exam, scheduled to be held next week. The usual unit of measurement for this course's syllabi is the number of pages to mug from a textbook authored by a certain <span style="font-style: italic;">Bellamy</span>; for the upcoming exam, this number, I was told, was over 200. If Robert Frost knew my plight, he would have probably written this for me:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The chapters are lovely, long and deep,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But I have promises to keep,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Loads to mug before I sleep,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And loads to mug before I sleep.</span><br /><br />I wished I could finish <span style="font-style: italic;">off</span> Bellamy the earliest!<br /><br />It was time to retire to bed. I played some soft Rafi numbers and switched off the lights, vowing to start afresh next morning. Yet another day had ended...Rakesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034147409066121272noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6194546491119093737.post-81091621208960335002008-10-16T21:00:00.012+05:302008-11-06T16:34:35.559+05:30Yun Hi Jee Lenge<div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >This piece by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sahir_Ludhianvi">Sahir Ludhianvi</a> truly touched my heart...</span><span style="font-style: italic;">.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.govtcollegeboyldh.org/images/sahirsahib1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 172px;" src="http://www.govtcollegeboyldh.org/images/sahirsahib1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Isko hi jeena kehte hain toh yun hi jee lenge,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br />Uff na karenge, lab see lenge, aansoo pee lenge;</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Gam se ab ghabrana kaisa, gam sou baar mila,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br />Hum ne toh jab maangi kaliyan, kaanton ka haar mila.</span><br /><br />For the benefit of those who might need it, here's a crude translation:<br /><br />"If this is what they call living, I'll live it this way;<br />I won't moan, I'll stitch my lips, I'll drink my tears; <br />What's there to be afraid of sorrows now when I've got them a hundred times;<br />So much that when I requested for flowers, I got a garland of thorns."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Film</span>: Pyaasa (1957)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Singer</span>: Hemant Kumar<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lyrics</span>: Sahir Ludhianvi<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Music</span>: SD Burman<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Song</span>: Jaane Woh Kaise Log The Jinke</span>...Rakesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034147409066121272noreply@blogger.com10