The Night time Adventures!!

Now now… don’t think that the blog that you are gonna read now is not suitable for the minors’ eyes… in fact its pretty much to do with the ones of there age and also the ones like us (who still have the small one hidden inside). Recently, after coming back to Roorkee, I had to temporarily shift in another room in a different wing of the hostel, the one which no one prefers the most. And yeah… on the same very day, I very much understood why it is so. After shifting all my stuff and relaxing a bit, I just thought of having a look at Sonal’s room (she had already gone home) and to see if I can find anything to munch… what met my eyes first was a lovely note she had stuck near the switchboard about the dos and don’ts in the room. The list was not very long and bulky, just contained the following three points:

• Do not try and open the window, there is a large family of lizards residing there.
• Do not leave the door opened for long, there are too many of them.
• A packet of Wai-Wai is in my cupboard! J

LIZARDS as we all know them are the creation of God that me and Sonal despise the most. Can’t even bear to have one, in the very small room, which SB has provided us. Hina has also shifted to a nearby room, and shares our concerns regarding the creepy creatures. Now the fear and hate vent out in form of different reactions that we give to there different sizes. The small ones are chased upon and killed as soon as possible. The bigger ones are feared and looked constantly at, in order to be careful where they head too. And the medium ones can’t be murdered but yeah… we do chase them so that they get out of the room!

Now, from the time we have shifted in these rooms, our trio has been busy with late night adventures with these Lizards of the Sabarmati wing. We have got well equipped in order to fight Lizardophobia. You think about it and we have it… a broom, crazy lines chalk, hit and what not. And in fact we’ve not let even a small time wasted in Lizard Proofing our rooms.

The nights are tiresome and the days are dreary... but all we need is peace, solace and to get away with this tension as early as possible! May our requests are heard by the God Almighty!

Confessions of a Slothful Environment!

Had it not been a desire to have a look at my Dad's office or an unnecessary temptation of undergoing a small term training at the country's largest public sector unit, I would never have landed up in an environment which I now dislike the most. Kudos to Dad for spending a long (>22 years .... man!!) glorious period of his professional life here... Bravo... I'm proud of you Dad!

What hits me the most is the contrasting difference between the two workplaces... the one where I interned last summer & the one where I am getting trained this summer. The only similarity is that both of them are the ace ones in their respective fields. But they are so very different from head to foot, from body to soul, that I can't help but disgruntle at the situation.

Now most of my frenz would simply nod and sigh out their acceptance by saying "Yeah! I know What you did last summer!", but buddies believe me when I say this certainly is not like what I did last summer :(. Every, single drop of air here shouts loud bout the laziness & careless attitude of work.

Time is something which they seem to have in abundance. In compensation to the flexible timings people enjoyed at MS, the office here is supposed to open at 8 AM, though the security walas (not the good natured men of G4S but old uncles of CISF) keep you waiting till 8:45 AM to furnish you with a Gate Pass (the Sarkari bhai of Access Card). Why in the whole world do I need it... just in order to get into the grounds of BHEL, to cross the huge iron gates guarding the ADM building which is not a spec when compared to the MS campus (though small in size, it still had a sense of grandness and a prevalent homely feeling). Moreover, the G4S guys never used to let you enter without your access cards whereas here no one even cares more than a needle to check your gate pass thouroughly.

Entering further into the realms, there is no heed given to the employees' enjoyment. In IDC, our Team Admins used to remain on their toes for every small little favors we used to ask from them. Here the so called Personnel department doesn't even care for it! As an intern too I had enjoyed a hell lot at IDC, whereas here I am god-dammit paying for getting trained :(, so why should I be given any good natured, well behaved conversations!

All this and much more ( I know it more or less seems like a cribbing session... but couldn't help it), it just gives a thought to what the hell will the goverment do or how much great deeds can a governemnt do with this kindda attitude prevalent in all government and public sectors. These offices and firms are there to help countrymen grow and let the country grow... but the biggest question is how will the seed even survive without even a beam of the sunshine of enthusiasm!

Chronicles of Nostalgia: The sentimental arguments, the MISS YOUs and the whole idea!

Not so long ago, there was this tale, which was prevalent in the undergraduate students at IITR, that there exists a land of Nostalgia which opened for the chosen ones whenever it needed them.

The chosen ones were the graduating students... unlike the Chronicles of Narnia; Chronicles of Nostalgia never had any fixed names and numbers for the chosen ones. It is now time for the Batch of 2007 to go and save the Land of Nostalgia and free it from the worries of parting! The chosen ones... the kings and queens were awestruck and perplexed when they first landed in Nostalgia. Everything seemed same yet so different to their eyes. Though they have been watching the similar events year after year, but then they were indifferent as they were not chosen to face the war. The war against raging emotions, weird feelings, parting speeches, good bye gifts and the most dangerous one - the sentimental arguments.

These kind of arguments emerged from the sheer want of shooing away the sad emotional waves that now frequently struck the shore in the depth of each and every heart. They were these stupidest of arguments like the challenges to make someone cry, the sarcastic comments being passed or the worst parting ever - an ego clash!

The next weapon with the evil side is the compulsion to bid Good Byes and to utter the Miss Yous. One realized how hard it is to do so after landing in the war, after making several unsuccessful attempts to banish them.

The general personal ideas to the war is:

The whole idea of parting gives me goosebumps... how can one say bye to the joy one had... how can one bid farewell to the feelings one shared... how can one shut her/his eyes towards the fun one made! And to top it all the scariest of all is what if I'm not missed by anyone... as such itself I was never important to anyone... or at least no one made me fell like one. What if I'm just washed away from all their minds and conscience? What in the world will I do without all these nice and choicest of people that I admired and considered as closest of friends (despite of the fact that I might not have been the one for them!) What will then happen to this abandoned soul of mine?


All in all the complete situations is nothing but a some kind of nuisance that goes in ones inner self. To overcome it is the victory and then only will the Land of Nostalgia leave you and be lost in happiness ever after.