Saturday, October 22, 2011

Mummy Ki Yaad Aa Rahee Hain

Engineering course can be highly demanding; churning violently even the sharpest of the brains. The focus always is on becoming a better problem solver; a thinker and having the right acumen for applying the acquired knowledge in the architectural paradigm. Even Ranchod Das Shyamal Das Chanchad (alias Phunsukh Wangdoo of 3idiots) said:
"Run after Excellence; not after Success; once you excel, success will come barefoot, running after you.

Curtain Opens: Control Systems Lab under the tin roof in the old campus (which is now declared as a protected monument by the Archaeological Survey of India); with Professor Mr Jha. Mr Jha was 5ft tall; thin and lean with a specs hanging over his nose. He was a very strict person; with zero tolerance for any errors whatsoever. Despite his small figure Mr Jha commanded a lot of respect being a subject matter expert. A perfect example of 'Looks are deceptive'

One day he pledged to teach the most notorious group (E3 group) in our class a lesson. He gave us a problem to be solved in 30 minutes. I am sure, even if Albert Einstein or Nikolai Tesla was given this problem, they wouldn’t solve it even in their 7 births; bonus - nightmares throughout their entire 7 births.

So there we were, 10 most notorious guys of the class in the lab, trying to scratch our heads, to solve the problem. Most of us were flipping pens, looking around at the lab equipment as if they were some peculiar objects from space and almost all of us were cursing our parents for pushing us into engineering. There was pin drop silence and the clock was ticking like an F1 car. None of us were making any headway in resolving the problem. It was going to be the end of the allotted time; and the frustration was soaring with every passing minute. Suddenly 'Pankaj Sharma' from the last bench blurted out in distress: 'Mummy Ki Yaad Aa Rahee Hain'.
It was so appropriate at that point of time that the whole class burst our laughing. The despair and  frustration had given way to satirical joke; and the tension eased out. Needless to say we all failed the test, but we never failed our teachers and soared to heights that we didn't even dream of, at that point of time.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Se7en Vachnas

1. Together we will share prosperity & livelihood
2. Together we will develop mental, physical & spiritual strength
3. Together we will perform rituals & practice vows
4. Together we will fill our hearts with joy, peace & happiness
5. Together we will raise strong & virtuous children
6. Together we will cherish all seasons with happiness
7. Together we will remain faithful & lifelong partners

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Discourteous She, Vindictive Me

Somewhere in the middle of the Bangalore-Pune highway the Volvo bus broke down; 1.4 crore worth beast wouldn't even lurch an inch forward ‘what a waste’!! The driver began his tear down & reengineering process to troubleshoot the problem. We were stranded in No Man's Land. There is this girl standing next to me, wearing a UNESCO logo T-Shirt (United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization)

Me : Hi, Do you work for the United Nations?
She : Ohhh No, its a friend who works for the UN, & she gave me this T-Shirt
Me: So, what do you do?
She : I am a Software Rookie!
Me : Not intriguing at all, me too. Its boring working in the IT; doing the same copy paste...

She raised her brow, looking skeptically at me; maybe because of my satirical little talk. She acknowledged what I said & stood there for a flash second. Soon she started walking without a notice, to the tea stall across the road. She didn't even have the courtesy to ask me.
It was embarrassing, but I thought maybe her mental condition isn't sound !!

The engine problem was fixed & she took a seat adjacent to mine. But me hurt from her earlier act of discourtesy; plugged my earphones & deprived her of all conversation; that could have started (predictive vindictive scorpion-me). She killed the urge in me to talk to her.
At times she would look at me on the verge of starting a conversation; but I had lost all interest by then.