tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-172118442024-03-19T10:25:09.905-07:00BhavanaaaRajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06400943311414349014noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17211844.post-5386488391820358842008-06-24T21:33:00.000-07:002008-06-25T05:22:44.174-07:00STRANGERS...<p align="left">I was coming home in a pensive mood. The bus was crowded and I ended up getting a seat next to an old gentleman and to my relief he seemed to be lost in his thoughts too... All I wanted was to avoid the usual ‘stranger exchange’. But as old habits die hard he did start the conversation that I am never going to regret. </p><p align="left">After the usual “Hello kiddo! Coming back from college?” stuff and after me clarifying for the umpteenth time in my life ‘No sir, I am working’, he said.. “I’d like to give you something, n I can only hope that you’ll take it home”. I was suddenly taken back; coz mom had always taught me never to accept anything from strangers and before I could think any further he handed me a green colour pamphlet! “A pamphlet!” I thought, “Is he now going to talk to me about some organisation or some product or some offer?” Noooooo, that was the last thing I wanted at that point of time. He sort of seemed to read my mind and said, “This is something I wrote and I just want to share it, so go on n read it.” </p><p align="left">Having been left with no choice, I started reading it. I was dumbfounded! What lay in front of me was a collection of small poems and titbits about issues that have crippled our country! At the very end I found the name of the foundation. I was really uncomfortable to face this guy. I had been soo paranoiac about him throughout! Finally garnering some courage, I asked him,”So how many people work for your foundation?” n he replied, “Oh! It’s a one man army!!!” </p><p align="left">Felt like I met John Rambo in real! What amazed me the most was how zealous this man was at this point of his life! I dont think i can ever be like that... </p>Rajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06400943311414349014noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17211844.post-3964908032257304962008-04-08T08:43:00.000-07:002008-04-08T08:45:52.801-07:00WHAT A NIGHT!<div align="justify">It was decided! They were going to meet for one last time before they went their own ways... Everything was going to change now n how!<br /><br />The past six months were so special. They met almost every alternate day, watched all the movies that got released during that season, hung out at water front, chit chatting and playing pranks. All of that was past and this evening was all that mattered and they wanted to make it very memorable. It was just them without the other guys nosing around.<br /><br />Nostalgia filled the air. Time just flew n they wished that night would never come to an end.<br /><br />Hold on ppl! Whatz going on in your mind, huh? I am talking about the gurlz night out we had at Resh’s place...he he he ;) Seriously, what a night that was!<br /><br />It was totally unplanned; probably that’s what made it all the more special. The mandu party drama n the countless photos we took... Nikki was totally clean bowled n believed all the wild stories we made up! ;) </div><div align="justify"><br /> </div><div align="justify">I miss those dayz... :(</div>Rajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06400943311414349014noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17211844.post-90702008656168702542008-03-27T08:14:00.000-07:002008-03-27T08:37:46.741-07:00Itz SHOWTIME!!! :D<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182442784254713474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp4qKcjOYeo4EEHFCYwPoCq8sUjtXA5vCZHQE-8ftkgJ5l4wCLZ7S-e9fPLoCmEE4F856chocEDVUiAp5MQT3evOjr0kueWCvE1TF_XlcBJUjow_IoClu8PNPrOj1GUa01LXiDBw/s320/P1030150.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Blank n White... Pencil Shading has got its own charm... one of my favourites...<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182441126397337186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAm2ySqGC1WVnZxHrx-av6hmIc7aL80VN1gKcdKkxjMcFZB-XPxJlYiEEsfvKVyu0HKNTPSCa8HEMsrfykiYh35RNqrLhr4Af1eBhpgWTkYSUPo-N4aN_nEBJJlA2WOzj_aKOifA/s320/P1030153.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Anchor Quick Stitch - Really quick n damn easy! n the best part is you end up garnering all praise n attention for a piece of art that hardly requires a day to finish! End of the day you can say I am the MASTER! ;) he he he<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182441839361908338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5T0B8w1raTZP98Lc4lrsbb_yBErJPUAJUTAeztXU4HXjC_bQ2IHEXdGFJEw2Tk0FvYw4oyaZaOcIXBt2vrZugZ09-C6d208WEO6-cK8SrxYicNafSxRgatg8Vv_f6avG5tGvgvQ/s320/P1030138.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />This is a Nirmal painting.. makes me look like a real painter.. isn't it? :D In reality this art form doesnt require you to be a professional...an immature painter can churn out masterpieces... Infact you can actually erase n repaint a portion incase it doesn't come out good... coool rite...Rajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06400943311414349014noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17211844.post-89053567071794152392008-03-27T04:17:00.001-07:002008-03-27T04:28:50.782-07:00An Interesting Parallel !I got this fwd jus now... Its jus AMAZING to say the least.... :) hope you'll agree...<br /><br />A professor stood before his Philosophy class and had some items in front of him.When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full.They agreed that it was.<br /><br />The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.. He then asked the students again if the jar was full.They agreed it was.<br /><br />The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.Of course, the sand filled up everything else.He asked once more if the jar was full.The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'<br /><br />The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.<br /><br />'Now,' said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.'The golf balls are the important things - your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favourite passions - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.<br /><br />'The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.<br /><br />'The sand is everything else--the small stuff.'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. 'The same goes for life.<br /><br />'If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.'Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children..'Take time to get medical checkups.'Take your partner out to dinner.'Play another 18.'There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. 'Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter.'Set your priorities.'The rest is just sand.'<br /><br />One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. 'I'm glad you asked.'It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a cup of coffee with a friend.'<br /><br />This is wht i would call an impactful presentation! Fantabulous!Rajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06400943311414349014noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17211844.post-8762900253072944472008-03-13T06:34:00.001-07:002008-03-13T06:40:40.149-07:00What Next???????It’s a question that has been haunting me for quite a while. Too many things cross my mind...<br />The more I think the hazier my future looks and I start feeling dizzy... ‘An idle brain is a devil’s workshop’? I don’t think so.... ;-)<br /><br />To add to all this confusion the song I’m listening to right now couldn’t have been more appropriate: ‘Kya karoon kya na karoon yeh kaisi mushkil hai, koi toh batade iska hal o mere bhai!’ he he he<br /><br />I didn’t get through Great Lakes :D and no... ironically I am not depressed or saddened, in fact I heaved a sigh of relief when I got the results ;). When I was preparing for gr8 lakes interview I thought perhaps if not Great Lakes then I would land in troubled waters. Not anymore... n I think I discovered a chronological pattern in my life which sort of points towards my future. Chronological... I always liked this word :-)<br /><br />I was an intelligent child (I still am... the intelligent and the child part both are equally relevant even now!) n my mom felt it would be better if I start my education at the earliest. So I was just over two when I got enrolled into a school not very far from my home. It was a 5min walk from my place. After my nursery, I was put in another school, a much better one in fact, St. Ann’s High School which was around 10min away from home n Ibrahim bhai used to take me n the other chutkoos in his rik.<br /><br />I finished my first grade n my summer holidays started but mama took some test or the other daily :-(. Why? Well, she had everything planned for me! n thought I had to change my school again and for that I had to get through the qualifying exam. Her pick was Rosary Convent High School n yep I did get the admission. Now this school was quite far n I had to take an auto rik for commuting which normally took around 30-40min.<br /><br />After my schooling, it was time to choose the big one! Now this was in my hands... I being the typical me , I didn’t want to join any of the so called ‘rank-mill’ colleges that were in vogue! So I chose Little Flower Junior College. College was fun, but the journey was quite taxing. It took almost an hour to reach college. The next step was undoubtedly engineering n I always felt relieved that almost all the good colleges were in my back yard :D n that I wouldn’t have to travel far from then on! But as luck would have it, I got a seat in SNIST which was in this other village :-( n very far from home. It took two buses and a one n a half hour bus ride to reach college. Four years of endless travel came to an end when I got placed in Cognizant.<br /><br />Cognizant – CHENNAI as I came to knw later :’( I had to go to a land far far away from home… n took almost 12hrs of train ride. Two gruelling years at humid Chennai haven’t dampened my spirits… Infact I’ve got some very fond memories…<br /><br />Finally, here I am back to square one.. at my home, n looking to embark upon a new ride!<br /><br />Now the pattern :-D<br />First the distance 5min, 10min, 30min, 1hr, 1.5hrs, 12hrs…. What NEXT?<br />Second the mode of travel walk, rik, auto rik, bus, train…. What NEXT?<br />Third n final the place galli, colony, area, district, state…. WHAT NEXT????<br /><br />You must’ve figured it by now…. :-PRajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06400943311414349014noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17211844.post-43717045422607662212008-03-11T02:40:00.000-07:002008-03-11T02:49:27.614-07:00Deeps Engagement!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm7e-3U5eCgZlP4lV2kWVhNYaLyzIpemZVbq35J71_gdzKFyHzkilzAinl4aJawilCZ5upUD2fqnDwpul0Lm_ZgMxe5o_xfZjBQX99nQzCBbgMxX4quHyieNhb0ACNhCROhJ7PNA/s1600-h/DSC00612.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176418900597144482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm7e-3U5eCgZlP4lV2kWVhNYaLyzIpemZVbq35J71_gdzKFyHzkilzAinl4aJawilCZ5upUD2fqnDwpul0Lm_ZgMxe5o_xfZjBQX99nQzCBbgMxX4quHyieNhb0ACNhCROhJ7PNA/s320/DSC00612.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxtH0gp5VjAFNJuPFrltT_q-AKQnS0YPBNBO8Up1cguWVyWtMlq3hbfzQkQFA8Y16EaNE-H3zd58bcwXBa9-LnTaw5C97wGF846Qy3bXEB5N5Q-J_qEN-cjLOdlvcuVDJhiD2t-w/s1600-h/DSC00611.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176418814697798546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxtH0gp5VjAFNJuPFrltT_q-AKQnS0YPBNBO8Up1cguWVyWtMlq3hbfzQkQFA8Y16EaNE-H3zd58bcwXBa9-LnTaw5C97wGF846Qy3bXEB5N5Q-J_qEN-cjLOdlvcuVDJhiD2t-w/s320/DSC00611.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8K8UhwhKG6iSG5TQxiN5aKh_sTs7eXqPHhtsd8MGjCXzk6kdytS1jZdWAHcL61PwXcoJAaSTTXa4L2nvsDmsTN-dxBcSmODCupdvAz7rRdCPBt8dvKURvgKVdydUY4lBKD4X8hg/s1600-h/DSC00615.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176416860487678850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8K8UhwhKG6iSG5TQxiN5aKh_sTs7eXqPHhtsd8MGjCXzk6kdytS1jZdWAHcL61PwXcoJAaSTTXa4L2nvsDmsTN-dxBcSmODCupdvAz7rRdCPBt8dvKURvgKVdydUY4lBKD4X8hg/s320/DSC00615.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Mehendi design done by me for deeps engagement... :)</div></div></div>Rajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06400943311414349014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17211844.post-27300358531499174892007-12-31T10:06:00.000-08:002007-12-31T10:08:17.598-08:00Cracked – III’ve done it this time! Touched the magic number... Itz 700.... couldn’t have asked for more today!<br />Anywayz......... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!! :-)Rajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06400943311414349014noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17211844.post-16389358647689032792007-11-01T04:38:00.000-07:002007-11-01T04:46:02.140-07:00ROCKY BALBOA!"Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done. Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you are because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain't you. You're better than that!"<br /><br />I just looooove this dialogue... from the movie ROCKY BALBOA... n Stallone ROCKS!!!!Rajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06400943311414349014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17211844.post-16476393094783232542007-07-25T11:06:00.000-07:002007-09-27T02:40:33.575-07:00CRACKED !Whoa… Finally.. Itz over! GMAT is past and I am not sure how I should feel bout it.. je jus na sais pas…. Well do you remember the 2003 World Cup final at Lords…who would forget that! That’s exactly what happened today.. a debacle.<br /><br />I entered the test room as Sachin Tendulkar would… looking at the roof… trying to say my last minute prayers…walking with my head down… concentrating hard…. flexing my neurons…Wait a sec.. did I follow all the rules of sentence correction.. Parallelism, As/Like idiom, Comparison…. Duh... Does that matter anymore! The important thing is I didn’t want to ruin the only live telecast that I was getting… (They do video recording at the test center...he he he).<br /><br />Done with all the formalities, I sat in front of my monitor and adjusted my screen… yeah we’ve got the same problem, Sachin n me… itz our height… so what… we’re the best… ah! At least hez THE BEST for sure :-D<br /><br />The first section was the essay section, with absolutely no field restrictions (no answer choices). The first one was an argument that I had already gone through and had no second thoughts and directly went for a perfect copy book straight drive… with no one to applaud but me during the last 5min while I was doing some proof reading… The second one, an issue, was horrible…I dint know which way to go… agree or disagree… in the end I tried to do both and ended up looking like Ganguly when he faces high pitched deliveries, ends up either being caught by the keeper or by the fielder at gully.<br /><br />It was break time… (I miss lemon tea… Jeez…am I addicted!). I was trying to tell myself to concentrate on the first 10, try and avoid the loose shots (guesses), and once I am set, things would go by smoothly…<br /><br />Play resumed… the middle overs are always crucial and often turn out to be the turning points in a match. It was no different for me… it was googly time right from the word go… (Oh how much I missed google!) I have to agree that GMATz sure got some variety… it started with a yorker followed by a leg break which was followed by an in swinger… I did try and make all the adjustments with each coming question and did a Dravid! I must have surely messed up a few of them…<br /><br />Finally it was slog overs… with 5min remaining and 6 more questions to go… it was Dhoni time! I could be clean bowled or might even hit a six…my policy was to just hit it! and move on…..<br /><br />BUT…Itz all over! n I am totally cracked up rite now…<br /><br />FYI…. Got a 610 ;-(<br />At this point of time I really don’t know, if I would take it up again… who knows if I do do it could turn out to be my Sharjah tourney :-DRajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06400943311414349014noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17211844.post-36453329464356400122007-05-24T22:38:00.000-07:002007-05-24T22:45:32.674-07:00BUGgedGawd!!!!!!...... Got goose bumps when I saw the duration between my two previous posts, Sept 2005 and then <strong>MAY 2007</strong>, more than a year n a half. What the hell was wrong with me? Did I have nothing to write? Was I in some kind of a self imposed exile? Exile I still am in...n I am completely <em>lost</em>.<br /><br />Lost in a maze called the ‘I.T. Boom’ where thousands enter each passing day, and true to the characteristic of the maze end up trying to figure out where they are heading…<br /><br />The key to survival is not JSP or .NET or Mainframes….. you have to be a master of Microsoft Office. Thatz what counts and that is what you get paid for. Going forward don’t be too surprised if an Ad for an MNC runs like this <em>‘Come join us – If you are an expert in MS Office… If you have a passion for Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V… If you don’t want to tickle your grey cells too much…you are the person (dud) we are looking for…’</em> :-P<br /><br />An employee of Google had a desktop screensaver which read ‘I am sooo bored without you :-)’. Well if I had an option of something like a screensaver I would have walked around with a tag reading….. ‘My brainz just started booting…:-(’<br /><br />When I joined my first project…(n i am still stuck with that!!!) my tasks mainly dealt with fixing bugs. Slowly I was promoted to recreate them….The irony here is I got more appreciations for recreating bugs than for fixing them… :-D.<br /><br />I was sooo caught up with this hysteria… that a major portion of my lunch time chats comprised of my bug exploits… Vinni was soooo frustrated with my bug tales that he started calling me a BUG Master (he alone can come up with such stuff…) to shut me up…. n I thought it was ok with me as long as people don’t start calling me a <em>BUGger… he he he<br /></em><br />One thingz for sure guyz, this certainly isn’t my cup of ‘<em>lemon</em>’ tea….n I am getting <em>bugged</em> by every moment of <strong><em>IT</em></strong>…Rajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06400943311414349014noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17211844.post-27862856419340304282007-05-16T04:36:00.000-07:002007-05-16T04:42:11.302-07:00To Mom…With luv…Ours was a typical conventional mother-daughter relation to start with. You being the hard task master wanted everything to be perfect n organized and I tried to be the most stubborn lackadaisical child ever.<br /><br />I never really liked u; not that I hated you but you’ve always seemed cold n indifferent to ME n I don’t know why. Probably, we had literally too little time for each other or probably coz I thought you never really donned out of your suite of being a headmistress even after coming home. You just never seemed to change gears…<br /><br />I do remember, a few occasions when you told me bedtime stories of ‘The Boy Who Cried Wolf’ n ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ and when you came for my annual day fests in 1st n 3rd grades.... I just loved it… n I longed for more of such occasions… All I needed was a pat on my back or an occasional hug ma…. Jus to assure me you were there for me when it mattered.<br /><br />My teen years were the toughest for both of us… n I learnt things the hard way. My frequent bickering annoyed you to the core. We always seemed to have different opinion about everything under the sun… (Incase I found you had a similar thought, I looked for something completely opposite). Everything that was going on in our lives seemed to reiterate the stereotyped “Generation gap” n the “Communication failure” philosophies and I never even attempted to set things straight.<br /><br />Out of the blue…… things started changing… you wanted to talk… You tried n involved me in all the major decisions that were being taken, my thoughts mattered…n I felt more belonged.<br /><br />Suddenly, spending time with you seemed to be fun. We started talking about things that I never even imagined in my wildest dreams n I realized you were quite cool… (OMG !!!!!! :-) ). Now a days I just enjoy our frivolous conversations that head nowhere…<br /><br />We did take our time (quite a lot in fact!), but finally we are there mom… “in our zone”.<br /><br />I jus wanna say U are Fantabulous…… n I luv you…n I am sorry for all the stupid things that I have done (sometimes intentionally) to hurt you…<br /><br />Hasta la vista, baby, miss ya mommy….. :-(Rajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06400943311414349014noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17211844.post-1127886377822959802005-09-27T22:44:00.000-07:002005-09-27T22:48:30.980-07:00A PROJECT REPORT thatz hatke……………………………..The term ‘four two’ would definitely ring a bell in any BTech student’s mind and he/she would start thinking about the project they’re supposed to do that semester. We (Deepu, Resh n me) never really worried about our project, thanx to deepuz dad who was a big scientist in a reputed organization. Having decided what our project was going to be we were eager to meet our project guide. <br /><br /> Mr. Jayant Patil, a very handsome scientist (our project was turning out to be exciting in the beginning itself) was our guide. With his rimless glasses, funky Ts, stonewashed jeans and on top of that a very casual attitude, he seemed more like a hunk than a scientist. He started off by introducing the project to us and told us that there was another group of four people who were doing the same project. We were supposed to interact and share ideas with them for the ‘successful implementation of the project’ (Well…. the ideas we shared and the topics we discussed is a different issue altogether). We were the typical engineering students who referred everyone (except our friends) as ‘items’. Now out of these four, two of them were truly items n we never really felt bad calling them that. <br /> <br />I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or a common trait but both of them were from all girls’ colleges. The first one, a girl called Shwetha used to call Resh ‘RASHMI’ instead of Reshma and Resh used to hate that. Deepu n me found it very amusing n we started calling Resh……‘Rashmi’. Resh got soooo annoyed (n when she gets annoyed she gets a bit confused ) with us that she went n told Shwetha “I am RASHMI not RESHMA” and that girl just went off saying “Yeah, ok. Bye Rashmi. C ya tomorrow”. To Resh’s relief Shwetha stopped coming after a week and we were quite sure about the reason behind this. We knew that she must have got another project elsewhere but no that wasn’t the main reason. It was her ‘makeup’ (we thought she spent hours on it). Yeah u read that right……Shwetha must have felt that her makeup wore off after traveling such a long distance. <br /><br /> Coming to the traveling and the makeup part. All three of us never really concentrated on our look coz we thought we were going to a place full of boring scientists (who only had time to pour over tomes), though after the first day we did take care while dressing up ( must have guessed why……). There wasn’t much use though coz the pollution in Hyderabad saw to it that we were always covered in soot n dust by the time we got to the org. By the way we used to come triples on Resh’s kinetic. We tried everything like covering our heads n face with chunnis n cooling glasses but with no use. On one such occasion we were at the entry gate of the org and I was signing the visitor’s register. Suddenly we see a good looking someone wearing a light green T riding on a Silver Hawk coming from the opposite direction and stop right in front of us. Well he was none other than our very own Patil sir and that was the last thing we hoped for …….he seeing us while we were dressed up like Taliban terrorists. He just asked us to go to our dept n do our work and that he would come back in a jiffy and left, probably still wondering why we were dressed like that. We then realized that the chunnis and the gogs just weren’t our cup of tea and we gave up. We always wondered why all the Jassis got makeovers when we were the people who needed them The Most. <br /><br />Anyways…….one down (Shwetha) n one more to go. (Did I remind u of Jeffrey Archer?……..well all great writers do have certain similarities).<br /><br />Deeps n me were the passive listeners reacting very rarely with these people while Resh used to be the active one discussing different topics. Well these topics ranged from chatting with guys on the Internet, a guy’s sense of humor, hanging out with guys…….well in general GUYS. Now there was this item (who looked ok) n one day was talking very animatedly about You-Know-Who. Resh just asked her very casually if she had a boyfriend and she said, “ I know that I am very good looking but that doesn’t mean I have a boyfriend”, we didn’t know how to react, we were just dumbfounded and at the same time felt like shouting……….OH MY GOD the way Jenice does in F.R.I.E.N.D.S.<br /><br />Two down n we dint know that we three were the next to go……….<br /><br />Sometimes in life, it so happens that you try to screw someone and instead you yourself end up getting screwed. After a month or so into our project Patil sir told Resh n me (Deepu wasn’t there) that he was going on a tour to Calcutta and that he would be back in ten days. This was the first major break we had after we started working on our project and obviously we were planning to make the best use of it by going out n watching all the movies we had missed. We also planned to tell Deepu that Patil sir was going to Calcutta BUT not on some tour but he was going there to get married. The idea sounded very dramatic and we felt Deepa would react by saying, “WHAT, Are u sure????????????”, “ WHEN”, “WHERE”, “HOW COME” n so on……………….We thought of telling Deepu the truth before Patil came back, in case she asked him anything. When we finally told Deepa, we did get all the initial reactions exactly the way we had imagined n we were sooooooo elated as if some film or ours was breaking all the Box Office records. <br /><br />But as our luck would have it, Deepa met one of Patil’s close friends in her CAT classes, (Deepu can get very excited sometimes) and asked him, “What the hell are you doing here in Hyderabad when your friend is getting married in Calcutta”. This guy was sooooo surprised that he called up Patil sir immediately n asked him, “Kya yaar tu bina bole shaadi karlera…..U tell your students but not your friends aaaaa”. In the end Patil sir convinced his friend that he wasn’t getting married which left Deepu in a state of confusion (she still believed us). Deepu immediately called Resh n told her, “Arey dumbos….. u people must have heard him wrong. Patil sir is not getting married reeee”. Resh didn’t understand anything in the beginning until Deepu gave her a clear picture of what had just happened. Deepu did get mad at us when we told her the truth n she promised that she would tell Patil sir exactly what had happened and that we were the real culprits. I happened to be at Resh’s place at that time and we laughed n laughed until the idea of facing Patil sir the next day dawned on us. After all it doesn’t happen everyday when someone else calls you up and talks about your own marriage without you having a slightest idea about it.<br /><br />We were a bit apprehensive when we were going to the org the next morning. We did know that Patil sir was quite cool and we just hoped for the best. We were standing in front of his office door and were doing the usual ‘first u first u….no first u’ thing when he opened the door. We then tried to put a very straight face and greeted him. He seemed quite normal and asked us to wait under the banyan tree until he finished a meeting of his.<br /><br />During the course of our project we often used to spend hours sitting under this banyan tree. Patil sir probably felt that we would turn into modern Buddhas who could ‘revolutionize the field of communications’ by studying under that tree. But we had plans of our own and we discussed everything under the sun except our project. We did do a thesis on GUYS and the aim was to find out “Why guys run behind bimbos” (well the actual meaning of a bimbo is a good looking girl with no brains) and finally came to a conclusion that Guys handsome or not, all of them were duds. At least we got some gyaan and convinced ourselves that Guys are SICK $%#%$&^%……………..<br /><br />But on that day we didn’t talk, for once we tried to concentrate on our project. <br />He must have been shocked seeing all three of us pouring through the books. We discussed every loophole that was troubling us (in the project). He gave us some tips and then came to the topic we were dreading. He turned to Deepu n said “ Acha Deepa, woh jab mein Calcutta mein tha…..”, before he could go any further Deepu retorted “Sir it wasn’t me….These two always try to make someone a Bakra. Yeh log class mein bhi aisehi karte hai sir”. I didn’t know what to do, me n Resh still found all that very funny. I was holding Resh’s helmet at that time and tried to hide behind it and for the first time I felt the government made a good decision for making helmets compulsory. Anyways he was quite cool about the whole thing asked us to go for lunch, as the system wasn’t free for us to work on it.<br /><br />Lunch sessions were something we always craved for. The canteen was quite far from our dept and we used to go on Resh’s bike. It was situated on an uphill n we loved the place. The food tooo was very good and the time just flew by. We never wanted to return to the boring room that had a computer in the corner where we had to sit and break our heads trying to find solutions. After a few days of fingering we discovered a win amp player in the system, which had quite a good collection of songs. The boring room got a melodious touch from then on. <br /><br />One day we were returning from the canteen as usual on Resh’s kinetic and were about to take a turn. Resh noticed a heavy lorry coming from the opposite direction; luckily she hit the breaks immediately. We initially felt we were very lucky and then got back to our usual selves by discussing what would have happened if we really had been injured. We let our thoughts flow and we imagined people rushing us to the hospital, the report that would have come in the next day’s paper, Patil sir feeling very sorry and concerned for us and finally we giving our final project presentation in our college wearing slings around our necks and while giving the presentation I would point to the slide with my injured arm (intentionally, for gaining some sympathy) and say “ and now ouch (instead of Reshma)…….would continue the next part ”. We were CrAzY no doubt……..<br /><br />Two and a half months just flew by and our project was coming to an end. I didn’t know if it was for the better or worse. We still had to compile our project report and then prepare for the final presentation. Slowly the tension picked up among the people around us as they started giving the final touches to their reports. We were ‘the terrific threesome’ and at that time were thinking of giving initial touches to our report. Finally when the deadline was a week away we started panicking. After a lot of search……copy…….paste…… routines we completed the report and somehow managed to submit it on time. <br /><br />The day of the final presentation did arrive and we were waiting to be called into the room where the external examiner and our H.O.D were witnessing all the presentations. We were quite confident and gave a good presentation without any hitches or ouchs………………<br /><br /><br />And finally Special Thanks to - <br />Mr. Vicco Vajradanti who was famous for his slick hairstyle <br />Mr. Visitor who gave us a toothy grin when ever we came across<br />Mr. Malaysian <br />and the person who served our lunch and who never listened to Resh (whenever Resh asked for dal he would give rasam).Rajhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06400943311414349014noreply@blogger.com6