Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Family tree
Have you ever though for the generations that will follow, i probably did and in the fight of that thinking I found a new way to connect all my family members,.
One can make a family tree, add members, their profiles, photographs, birthdates, death dates, relation ships, and see your family tree grow.
Its a super secure system and only family members can see your tree. Geni was founded by former executives and early employees of PayPal, Yahoo! Groups, Ebay, and Tribe. It is backed by venture capital firms Founders Fund and Charles River Ventures. So all gurus have joined hands to create this wonderful piece of work. My family members including me have managed to add around 860 members and that might sound unbelievable but thats true and to manage such a huge family one needs something great.
the website is http://www.geni.com, its for free right now and lets hope it remains free.
Seriously i do
Warning : This site is really addictive and you dont feel like leaving it half way give it a try.
One can make a family tree, add members, their profiles, photographs, birthdates, death dates, relation ships, and see your family tree grow.
Its a super secure system and only family members can see your tree. Geni was founded by former executives and early employees of PayPal, Yahoo! Groups, Ebay, and Tribe. It is backed by venture capital firms Founders Fund and Charles River Ventures. So all gurus have joined hands to create this wonderful piece of work. My family members including me have managed to add around 860 members and that might sound unbelievable but thats true and to manage such a huge family one needs something great.
the website is http://www.geni.com, its for free right now and lets hope it remains free.
Seriously i do
Warning : This site is really addictive and you dont feel like leaving it half way give it a try.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Earn to read !!!
Hi,
mGinger.com pays you to read ads on your cellphone! These ads are only about your interests.
Not only that, you get to decide when you want these ads.
Based on my calculations I can easily make enough money to free up my cell phone bill.
Check it out...
http://www.mginger.com/index.jsp?inviteId=145610
See how much you can make. Have fun calculating...and sign up.
You will like it...
How much money can I make?
Ads you receive per day 10
Friends you refer 10
Friends each of your friend refers 10
Monthly Rs 1,860
Follow this link and register its free...
http://www.mginger.com/index.jsp?inviteId=145610
-Samee
mGinger.com pays you to read ads on your cellphone! These ads are only about your interests.
Not only that, you get to decide when you want these ads.
Based on my calculations I can easily make enough money to free up my cell phone bill.
Check it out...
http://www.mginger.com/index.jsp?inviteId=145610
See how much you can make. Have fun calculating...and sign up.
You will like it...
How much money can I make?
Ads you receive per day 10
Friends you refer 10
Friends each of your friend refers 10
Monthly Rs 1,860
Follow this link and register its free...
http://www.mginger.com/index.jsp?inviteId=145610
-Samee
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
lehron se darke nauka paar nahin hoti Koshish karne waalon ki haar nahin hoti !
Lehron se Darkar nauka par nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti
लहरों से डराकर नौका पार नहीं होती ,
कोशीश कराने वालों की हार नहीं होती
Nanhi cheenti jab daana lekar chalti hai,
chadhti deewaron par, sau bar phisalti hai.
Man ka vishwas ragon mein saahas bharta hai,
chadhkar girna, girkar chadhna na akharta hai.
Akhir uski mehnat bekar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti।
नन्ही चींटी जब दाना लेकर चलती है ,
चढ़ती दीवारों पर , सौ बार फिसलती है
मन का विश्वास रगों में साहस भरता है ,
चढ़कर गिरना , गिरकर चढ़ना ना अखरता है ।
आखीर उसकी म्हणत बेकार नहीं होती ,
कोशीश करने वालों की हार नहीं होती
Dubkiyan sindhu mein gotakhor lagata hai,
ja ja kar khali haath lautkar aata hai
Milte nahi sahaj hi moti gehre paani mein,
badhta dugna utsah isi hairani mein.
Muthi uski khali har bar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahi hoti.
दुब्कियाँ सिंधु में गोताखोर लगता है ,
जा जा कर खली हाथ लौटकर आता है
मिलते नही सहज ही मोती गहरे पानी में ,
बढ़ता दुगना उत्साह इसी हैरानी में ।
मुठी उसकी खली हर बार नहीं होती ,
कोशीश करने वालों की हार नहीं होती
Asaflta ek chunauti hai, ise sweekar karo,
kya kami reh gayi, dekho aur sudhar karo.
असफलता एक चुनौती है , इसे स्वीकार करो ,
क्या कमी रह गयी , देखो और सुधर करो ।
Jab tak na safal ho, neend chain ko tyago tum,
Sangharsh ka maidan chhodkar mat bhago tum.
Kuch kiye bina hi jai jaikar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.
जब तक ना सफल हो , नींद चेन को त्यागो तुम ,
संघर्ष का मैदान छोड़कर मत भागो तुम .
कुछ किये बिना ही जय जेकर नहीं होती ,
कोशिश करने वालों की हार नहीं होती ।
कोशीश करने वालों की हार नहीं होती
-Shri Harivansh Rai बच्चन
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti
लहरों से डराकर नौका पार नहीं होती ,
कोशीश कराने वालों की हार नहीं होती
Nanhi cheenti jab daana lekar chalti hai,
chadhti deewaron par, sau bar phisalti hai.
Man ka vishwas ragon mein saahas bharta hai,
chadhkar girna, girkar chadhna na akharta hai.
Akhir uski mehnat bekar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti।
नन्ही चींटी जब दाना लेकर चलती है ,
चढ़ती दीवारों पर , सौ बार फिसलती है
मन का विश्वास रगों में साहस भरता है ,
चढ़कर गिरना , गिरकर चढ़ना ना अखरता है ।
आखीर उसकी म्हणत बेकार नहीं होती ,
कोशीश करने वालों की हार नहीं होती
Dubkiyan sindhu mein gotakhor lagata hai,
ja ja kar khali haath lautkar aata hai
Milte nahi sahaj hi moti gehre paani mein,
badhta dugna utsah isi hairani mein.
Muthi uski khali har bar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahi hoti.
दुब्कियाँ सिंधु में गोताखोर लगता है ,
जा जा कर खली हाथ लौटकर आता है
मिलते नही सहज ही मोती गहरे पानी में ,
बढ़ता दुगना उत्साह इसी हैरानी में ।
मुठी उसकी खली हर बार नहीं होती ,
कोशीश करने वालों की हार नहीं होती
Asaflta ek chunauti hai, ise sweekar karo,
kya kami reh gayi, dekho aur sudhar karo.
असफलता एक चुनौती है , इसे स्वीकार करो ,
क्या कमी रह गयी , देखो और सुधर करो ।
Jab tak na safal ho, neend chain ko tyago tum,
Sangharsh ka maidan chhodkar mat bhago tum.
Kuch kiye bina hi jai jaikar nahin hoti,
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.
koshish karne walon ki haar nahin hoti.
जब तक ना सफल हो , नींद चेन को त्यागो तुम ,
संघर्ष का मैदान छोड़कर मत भागो तुम .
कुछ किये बिना ही जय जेकर नहीं होती ,
कोशिश करने वालों की हार नहीं होती ।
कोशीश करने वालों की हार नहीं होती
-Shri Harivansh Rai बच्चन
Friday, April 27, 2007
Supporting the Oz's with a reason !
Hi all, Long time no blogs from me, yeah was stuck with a lot of work these days, waise still not out of it, still managed to write out my mind.
Finally the world cup has come to an end. We all will be seeing of the last match, i.e. the finals tomorrow. Every team that reached till the semi's and the quaters did well, but not enough to reach the finals. My hope was New Zealand and South Africa, which have never won a world cup and are great teams. But, unfortunately they are out and the two teams remaining are Austrailia Oz's and the Lankans. Lankans are great in determination.
I would like to remind you of a thing that came to my mind. When the indian team was searching for the Coach many applicants applied, Greg Chappel, Tom Moody and many others as well. And Tom Moody was not selected as the coach because of his inexperience, and also as he had not played many games. He was not that great a player and finally we selected Greg Chappell. I donno what would have happened if Tom was our coach !
Any ways, coming back to the finals. I feel Australia deserves the victory, may be they are not good (We dont like them because of the winning habbits !) But, i really admire that team, the most professional team, that plays to win. A team that has not lost a match since the 1999 world cup and they should go ahead and beat the Lankans to get the unachievable target of winning 3 World cups ! See their temperment, their fitness, their strategies, their backings, this is what a team is not like.... forget it..
Bidding farewell to McGrath, Jayasuriya and many such great players, it will be difficult for Oz's to get a replacement !
On the other hand I feel if Lankans win, it will be a proud to the nation as well as Asia. But it should be a thriller atleast, not like the previous world cup when India was thrashed.
In the end it will always be, THE BETTER TEAM WINS !
Finally the world cup has come to an end. We all will be seeing of the last match, i.e. the finals tomorrow. Every team that reached till the semi's and the quaters did well, but not enough to reach the finals. My hope was New Zealand and South Africa, which have never won a world cup and are great teams. But, unfortunately they are out and the two teams remaining are Austrailia Oz's and the Lankans. Lankans are great in determination.
I would like to remind you of a thing that came to my mind. When the indian team was searching for the Coach many applicants applied, Greg Chappel, Tom Moody and many others as well. And Tom Moody was not selected as the coach because of his inexperience, and also as he had not played many games. He was not that great a player and finally we selected Greg Chappell. I donno what would have happened if Tom was our coach !
Any ways, coming back to the finals. I feel Australia deserves the victory, may be they are not good (We dont like them because of the winning habbits !) But, i really admire that team, the most professional team, that plays to win. A team that has not lost a match since the 1999 world cup and they should go ahead and beat the Lankans to get the unachievable target of winning 3 World cups ! See their temperment, their fitness, their strategies, their backings, this is what a team is not like.... forget it..
Bidding farewell to McGrath, Jayasuriya and many such great players, it will be difficult for Oz's to get a replacement !
On the other hand I feel if Lankans win, it will be a proud to the nation as well as Asia. But it should be a thriller atleast, not like the previous world cup when India was thrashed.
In the end it will always be, THE BETTER TEAM WINS !
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Seeing India Play !
Ha Ha Ha !
Is there any other expression that can define the show that India has put so far !
159/7 - Wow, at 19/2, I first thought it was Bangladeshis who were in Indian uniform and playing that way, we have high hopes from the Indian team, from Sehwag (good for nothing) Sachin (He missed this time against Bangladesh or everytime they are there for him or else people dont get so many centuries - Sorry sachin fans, tell him to perforom or else), Onion Utappa was also not that good today, Rahul, not in form it seems or else he would have stayed there atleast without scoring, Dhoni went for an ad shoot i guess, or he plays other wise, Yuvraj was good, helped India reach atleast 159, the one who played was the most neglected, Sourav, we shud learn a lesson from him, for his commitment to return to the Indian team and to perform excellently in the past series as well. Agarkar and Zaheer Khan playing, can't rely on bowlers, but the most common comment that we will see will be Indians have a very bad lower order, as there is no one to question the top order !
See its now 159/9 by the time i complete this blog India will be all down,
On the other hand see South Africa, or Austrailia, Srilanka, how they have thrashed and maintained that line of dignity unlike Indians, Hatsoff to Hershel Gibbs for his 6 out of 6 sixes.
I hope Bangladesh should win this match so that atleast an asian team can march with some hope and positive attitude.
And i wish India a very best of luck for their other matches, Come back Indians we need you at home.
Is there any other expression that can define the show that India has put so far !
159/7 - Wow, at 19/2, I first thought it was Bangladeshis who were in Indian uniform and playing that way, we have high hopes from the Indian team, from Sehwag (good for nothing) Sachin (He missed this time against Bangladesh or everytime they are there for him or else people dont get so many centuries - Sorry sachin fans, tell him to perforom or else), Onion Utappa was also not that good today, Rahul, not in form it seems or else he would have stayed there atleast without scoring, Dhoni went for an ad shoot i guess, or he plays other wise, Yuvraj was good, helped India reach atleast 159, the one who played was the most neglected, Sourav, we shud learn a lesson from him, for his commitment to return to the Indian team and to perform excellently in the past series as well. Agarkar and Zaheer Khan playing, can't rely on bowlers, but the most common comment that we will see will be Indians have a very bad lower order, as there is no one to question the top order !
See its now 159/9 by the time i complete this blog India will be all down,
On the other hand see South Africa, or Austrailia, Srilanka, how they have thrashed and maintained that line of dignity unlike Indians, Hatsoff to Hershel Gibbs for his 6 out of 6 sixes.
I hope Bangladesh should win this match so that atleast an asian team can march with some hope and positive attitude.
And i wish India a very best of luck for their other matches, Come back Indians we need you at home.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Effective Communication?
What is Effective Communication??
Jack and Max are walking from religious service. Jack wonders whether it would be all right to smoke while praying.
Max replies, "Why don't you ask the Priest?"
So Jack goes up to the Priest and asks, "Priest, may I smoke while I pray?"
But the Priest says, "No, my son, you may not. That's utter disrespect to our religion."
Jack goes back to his friend and tells him what the good Priest told him.
Max says, "I'm not surprised. You asked the wrong question. Let me try."
And so Max goes up to the Priest and asks, "Priest, may I pray while I smoke?"
To which the Priest eagerly replies, "By all means, my son. By all means."
Moral: The reply you get depends on the question you ask.
For Example: Can I work on this project while I'm on vacation?!?
Jack and Max are walking from religious service. Jack wonders whether it would be all right to smoke while praying.
Max replies, "Why don't you ask the Priest?"
So Jack goes up to the Priest and asks, "Priest, may I smoke while I pray?"
But the Priest says, "No, my son, you may not. That's utter disrespect to our religion."
Jack goes back to his friend and tells him what the good Priest told him.
Max says, "I'm not surprised. You asked the wrong question. Let me try."
And so Max goes up to the Priest and asks, "Priest, may I pray while I smoke?"
To which the Priest eagerly replies, "By all means, my son. By all means."
Moral: The reply you get depends on the question you ask.
For Example: Can I work on this project while I'm on vacation?!?
Monday, February 05, 2007
True story
This is a true story of a young college girl who passed away last month.
Her name was Priya. She was hit by a lorry. She has a boy friend named Shankar.Both of them are true lovers.
They always hang on the phone. You can never see her without her handphone. In fact she also changed her phone from Airtel to Hutch, so both of them can be on the same network, and save on the cost.
She spends half of the day talking with shankar. Priya's family knows about their relationship. Shankar is very close with Priya's family. (just imagine their love) . Before she passed away she always told her friends "If I pass away please burn me with my handphone" she also said the same thing to her parents.
After her death, people cant carry her coffin, I was there. A lot of them tried to do so but still cant , everybody including me, had tried to carry the coffin, the result is still the same. Eventually, they called their neighbour, a "bomoh" from Thailand (pak Darin), who is a friend of her father. He took a stick and started speaking to himself slowly. After a few minutes, he said "this girl misses something here". then her friends told Darin about her intentions to burn her with her phone. He then opened the coffin and place her phone and SIM card inside the casket. after that they tried to carry the coffin. It could be moved and they carried it into the van easily. All of us were shocked.
Priya's parents did not inform Shankar that Priya had passed away.
After 2 weeks Shankar called Priya's mom. Shankar :...."Atte, I'm coming home today. Cook something nice for me. Dont tell Priya that I'm coming home today, i wanna surprise her." Her mother replied....."You come home first, i wanna tell you something very important." after he came, they told him the truth about Priya. Shankar thinks that they were playing a fool. He was laughing and said "dont try to fool me - tell Priya to come out, i have a gift for her Please stop this nonsense". then they show him the original death certificate to him.
They gave him proof to make him believe. (Shankar started to sweat)
He said... "Its not true. we spoke yesterday. She still calls me.
Shankar was shaking. Suddenly, Shankar's phone rang. "see this is from Priya, see this..." he showed the phone to priya's family. all of them told him to answer. he talked using the loudspeaker mode. all of them heard his conversation.
Loud and clear, no cross lines, no humming. It is the actual voice of Priya & there is no way others could use her SIM card since it is nailed inside the coffin they were so shocked and asked for pak Darin's help again. pak Darin brought his master (tok Chen) to solve this matter. He & Darin worked for 5 hours.
Then they discovered one thing... Hutch has the best coverage. Where ever you go, our network follows!!!
Have a great day it was a forwarded mail, worth keeping it in my blog :)
Her name was Priya. She was hit by a lorry. She has a boy friend named Shankar.Both of them are true lovers.
They always hang on the phone. You can never see her without her handphone. In fact she also changed her phone from Airtel to Hutch, so both of them can be on the same network, and save on the cost.
She spends half of the day talking with shankar. Priya's family knows about their relationship. Shankar is very close with Priya's family. (just imagine their love) . Before she passed away she always told her friends "If I pass away please burn me with my handphone" she also said the same thing to her parents.
After her death, people cant carry her coffin, I was there. A lot of them tried to do so but still cant , everybody including me, had tried to carry the coffin, the result is still the same. Eventually, they called their neighbour, a "bomoh" from Thailand (pak Darin), who is a friend of her father. He took a stick and started speaking to himself slowly. After a few minutes, he said "this girl misses something here". then her friends told Darin about her intentions to burn her with her phone. He then opened the coffin and place her phone and SIM card inside the casket. after that they tried to carry the coffin. It could be moved and they carried it into the van easily. All of us were shocked.
Priya's parents did not inform Shankar that Priya had passed away.
After 2 weeks Shankar called Priya's mom. Shankar :...."Atte, I'm coming home today. Cook something nice for me. Dont tell Priya that I'm coming home today, i wanna surprise her." Her mother replied....."You come home first, i wanna tell you something very important." after he came, they told him the truth about Priya. Shankar thinks that they were playing a fool. He was laughing and said "dont try to fool me - tell Priya to come out, i have a gift for her Please stop this nonsense". then they show him the original death certificate to him.
They gave him proof to make him believe. (Shankar started to sweat)
He said... "Its not true. we spoke yesterday. She still calls me.
Shankar was shaking. Suddenly, Shankar's phone rang. "see this is from Priya, see this..." he showed the phone to priya's family. all of them told him to answer. he talked using the loudspeaker mode. all of them heard his conversation.
Loud and clear, no cross lines, no humming. It is the actual voice of Priya & there is no way others could use her SIM card since it is nailed inside the coffin they were so shocked and asked for pak Darin's help again. pak Darin brought his master (tok Chen) to solve this matter. He & Darin worked for 5 hours.
Then they discovered one thing... Hutch has the best coverage. Where ever you go, our network follows!!!
Have a great day it was a forwarded mail, worth keeping it in my blog :)
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Convocation Ceremony
Here I am, after a long break from writing, though this one also wont be a much bigger one. M back from Pune, left at 6.45 am in the morning, reached college, Symbiosis Institute of Geoinformatics, at 8.45 a.m, 2 hrs flat. Me and dad went for my convocation. Hence we took our santro. Top speed - 150 and i enoyed the drive today. Ne ways after reaching college we were greeted by our juniors, and after some refreshments we were given robes for the convocation. It was great to see friends after a long time. Good that most of the junta are in Bombay so get to see them though less but atleast once a month.
After we got the robes we were in photosession mode and u can see lots of pics (mine only 2 ;)) After that we were called for the ceremony. The guest of honour was Mr. Rajesh Mathur, President ESRI India and the chief guest was Mr Goel, an ISRO scientist. Dr. Majumdar was also there. Few people from cybertech and Fugro were also present there.
After their talks, we were given our certificates saying we have completed Our Masters in Geoinformatics, I secured O grade which means outstanding, i dont know which meaning to take. (Pictures dint come out well and i cant help it)
After the ceremony, the Poolside lunch which was great, really good, the ice cream was specially very good.
It was good to interact with the juniors and our distinguished faculties and friends. Am now back to home, packing for my next trip, this time its south of Hyderabad, in telangana region, Mahbubnagar district, our study area, will be there for 10-15 days depending on the completion of work. Hence u wont find me online for these days. Lets see if spared by naxals, will write something interesting.
Till then Bye and take care, Khuda Hafiz :)
Sunday, October 08, 2006
No Blogs this season
A short blog after a long time... just to notify u that won't be able to write this Ramazan, as the schedule is tight..
Many things happening around, making a note of it and will probably pen them down later...
Things like the Somethings about Ramazan, PM's visit to IIT Bombay, Bread and Jelly (Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie) arrive in Pune and similar such stuff.
Tchao for now.. cya sometime... :)
Many things happening around, making a note of it and will probably pen them down later...
Things like the Somethings about Ramazan, PM's visit to IIT Bombay, Bread and Jelly (Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie) arrive in Pune and similar such stuff.
Tchao for now.. cya sometime... :)
Sunday, September 10, 2006
The Black Friday !
Yet again a blast ...
Many people keep loosing their lives due to many different reasons. Some stuck in mines (54 people died recently), some due to drought, floods, etc etc.... And if nothing natural happens then its the war, take Iraq, Afghanistan, Lebanon or Palestine. Blasts have been rocking the world. Kuwait, Iraq, Afghanistan, England, India and many other countries have faced the SOS situations. For Iraq, Afghanistan the frequency is too high though. Indians are not behind, mind you.
The recent multiple blasts of Malegaon claiming more than 50 lives and injuring more than 200 odd people was a scene which very few can visualise. The chaos after a blast is unmanagable, the reason being the trauma of seeing bodies lying every where. The red blood flowing through half deads, the instict to save some one, but to find one self helpless makes it more difficult.
Many people keep loosing their lives due to many different reasons. Some stuck in mines (54 people died recently), some due to drought, floods, etc etc.... And if nothing natural happens then its the war, take Iraq, Afghanistan, Lebanon or Palestine. Blasts have been rocking the world. Kuwait, Iraq, Afghanistan, England, India and many other countries have faced the SOS situations. For Iraq, Afghanistan the frequency is too high though. Indians are not behind, mind you.
The recent multiple blasts of Malegaon claiming more than 50 lives and injuring more than 200 odd people was a scene which very few can visualise. The chaos after a blast is unmanagable, the reason being the trauma of seeing bodies lying every where. The red blood flowing through half deads, the instict to save some one, but to find one self helpless makes it more difficult.
Finding people responsible for such blasts is what the Indian Government has miserably failed in doing. The horrified Indians asking for the accused are answered that "Pakistan has done it", Let it be the 93 blast, the Akshardham, Parliament, Amarnath Yatra or the recent Mumbai blasts... or any thing that has happened in India the plain and simple reply by our Govt. .... "Pakistan has done it all"....
If Pakistan has done it all, What has India done? there has to be a plan for such multiple attacks .... Where is our intelligence? What is our police, Military, RAW, etc etc been doing this long. The blasts occured on the day when around 600 grenade launchers were found in the name of Naxals. Now, here Pakistan has not done any thing. Veerappan was an Indian, who terrorised the whole south India, by kidnapping, killing and smugling. How much time did we take to capture him and kill him?
Dawood is in Pakistan or Dubai! What about Chota Rajan, Why is he left? Is he not a terrorist. May be he is a gangster... I don't find a difference in Terrorism and gangsterism... both have the mission of terrorising people and then doing whatever they want.
Many questions come and go but the answers are hard to find.
See if u can find for the answers....
May Allah's peace be upon the deads and also on all of us..... Amen
If Pakistan has done it all, What has India done? there has to be a plan for such multiple attacks .... Where is our intelligence? What is our police, Military, RAW, etc etc been doing this long. The blasts occured on the day when around 600 grenade launchers were found in the name of Naxals. Now, here Pakistan has not done any thing. Veerappan was an Indian, who terrorised the whole south India, by kidnapping, killing and smugling. How much time did we take to capture him and kill him?
Dawood is in Pakistan or Dubai! What about Chota Rajan, Why is he left? Is he not a terrorist. May be he is a gangster... I don't find a difference in Terrorism and gangsterism... both have the mission of terrorising people and then doing whatever they want.
Many questions come and go but the answers are hard to find.
See if u can find for the answers....
May Allah's peace be upon the deads and also on all of us..... Amen
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
The Sixth Sense...... :)
Ah hA!
These days are busier than ever... with work increasing, presentaions, paper work etc etc... has made life tougher but exciting.. The project is becoming more and more interesting like never before. Hope the same continues. All this reflecting on daily life. Every thing i do, i do it for u (Project ofcourse), is the scene these days.
Was at home in the weekend and had a presentation on Wednesday, i.e. today. I forgot all the formals at home, so had to come home to collect a few. At night, while surfing the channels, caught hold of Lage Raho Munna Bhai. Slept late and as usual got up late. Again the same scene Rush Hour # 3. While leaving today morning for work forgot my cell phone at home. Thanks to the busy schedule. I suddenly realised that the sixth sense is acting on me. Or rather its me who is acting the Non - sense way. Hope i come back to my senses early. Now that the presentation is done. Half of the load has gone down, but there are hell lot of things that are to be done.
I was supposed to meet one of my juniors, who came from Pune. And I am really sorry for forgetting my phone my friend which caused all the inconvinience, especially to him.
(Hope he doesn't stop reading my blogs :( .... )
Haan, talking about Munna Bhai.. Bole tou.. Gandhigiri hit hai. A nice movie made with the same old magic. Though didn't see it full but the part that i saw was great and touching and flashing a message very clearly. "Teen goliyon se Gandhiji ko maar sakte ho, unke aadarshon ko nahin". And thats the movie with a good social message with lot of entertainment. Circuit is as usual. And Mamu is left mamu here too... Don't miss it!
And this weekend saw another movie, The Angrez, AHA, Thanks to Wasim, my friend who showed me a desi movie (Ultra Local). Made in Hyderabad with unknown actors, but believe me its a movie about 5-6 mid aged Hyderabadi men, who doesn't do any thing. And they get involved with some NRI's and then its a mess and u will love that mess. Especially Ismail Bhai and Salim Pheku. The language used is pure Hyderabadi and its fun to listen that.
And finally, the news flashof the weekend was, the death of the Croc Hunter, Steve Irwin. Felt bad about him, coz he was one of my favourites on TV. Nice guy, who led his life in the midst of animals and enjoyed every snake and croc he handled.
Thats all... don't ask me how i managed time for writing this blog, came home to collect my cell phone and hence managed it some how ... ha ha :)
These days are busier than ever... with work increasing, presentaions, paper work etc etc... has made life tougher but exciting.. The project is becoming more and more interesting like never before. Hope the same continues. All this reflecting on daily life. Every thing i do, i do it for u (Project ofcourse), is the scene these days.
Was at home in the weekend and had a presentation on Wednesday, i.e. today. I forgot all the formals at home, so had to come home to collect a few. At night, while surfing the channels, caught hold of Lage Raho Munna Bhai. Slept late and as usual got up late. Again the same scene Rush Hour # 3. While leaving today morning for work forgot my cell phone at home. Thanks to the busy schedule. I suddenly realised that the sixth sense is acting on me. Or rather its me who is acting the Non - sense way. Hope i come back to my senses early. Now that the presentation is done. Half of the load has gone down, but there are hell lot of things that are to be done.
I was supposed to meet one of my juniors, who came from Pune. And I am really sorry for forgetting my phone my friend which caused all the inconvinience, especially to him.
(Hope he doesn't stop reading my blogs :( .... )
Haan, talking about Munna Bhai.. Bole tou.. Gandhigiri hit hai. A nice movie made with the same old magic. Though didn't see it full but the part that i saw was great and touching and flashing a message very clearly. "Teen goliyon se Gandhiji ko maar sakte ho, unke aadarshon ko nahin". And thats the movie with a good social message with lot of entertainment. Circuit is as usual. And Mamu is left mamu here too... Don't miss it!
And this weekend saw another movie, The Angrez, AHA, Thanks to Wasim, my friend who showed me a desi movie (Ultra Local). Made in Hyderabad with unknown actors, but believe me its a movie about 5-6 mid aged Hyderabadi men, who doesn't do any thing. And they get involved with some NRI's and then its a mess and u will love that mess. Especially Ismail Bhai and Salim Pheku. The language used is pure Hyderabadi and its fun to listen that.
And finally, the news flashof the weekend was, the death of the Croc Hunter, Steve Irwin. Felt bad about him, coz he was one of my favourites on TV. Nice guy, who led his life in the midst of animals and enjoyed every snake and croc he handled.
Thats all... don't ask me how i managed time for writing this blog, came home to collect my cell phone and hence managed it some how ... ha ha :)
Nomads - 2 . Migration
2. Migration
Every one was back to work after seeing off Omar and his troop for their journey. Alam was very concerned about the future of the family; after all, complete responsibility was on him. He was growing weaker. And to add to his concern was the death of his 31 goats. They died because of the deadly cold wave that went across Afghanistan. After Alam came back in the evening, Rumaiza, Alam’s mother asked him to sit for food. He freshened up and then sat for food. The smell of the food was tempting but it didn’t affect Omar. It was goat’s meat and huge chapati’s in the menu. After eating half of chapatti that too at a slower speed than usual, his mother found him lost in thoughts, and asked him, “What are u thinking?” Alam was very tensed and said that he plans to leave Afghanistan so that he can earn something for the family and he wants to take 2 of his brothers with him. After a stretched argument he wasn’t able to convience his mother, Rumaiza said, “Your father would have gone away, It was me who didn’t wanted him to go, and it’s the same for you too, I won’t let you go out of here, Alhamdolillah (Praise be to Allah) we are happy with what we have, We don’t want any thing extra” Tears started felling from her eyes. She started looking outside the kitchen window and talking to Alam about his father and his business ideas, to sell goats outside Afghanistan, for that extra money. But the whole family would break if something of that sort happened; this is what was explained to his father. That half chapatti was almost over by then, and Alam didn’t wish to eat more. He went out of the house to roam in the village alone at night, thinking more about his family’s future.
Days passed; months passed every thing was pretty normal. Suddenly one day Rumaiza woke up early morning to find Alam not on his bed. “Hashim! Get up Hashim” said Rumaiza, his mother, “See where is Alam”, Hashim got up and went out of the house, by that time every one in the house was awake and didn’t know what has happened. When Hashim came back, he didn’t find Alam outside and saw his mother weeping as if something wrong has happened. Rumaiza got a letter that was kept beside the bed where Alam used to sleep. She didn’t know what was written in the letter and neither did any one in the family as they were not literate. So Hashim rushed to one of their neighbours, Ali Baba who knew something to read and write.
It was still dark. “Ali Baba, Ali Baba!”…. shouted Hashim. Ali Baba was getting ready for the morning prayers when Hashim reached his home. “Salaam Baba”,said Hashim “Walaikum-as-salaam, Come in Hashim, What’s wrong?” He showed Ali Baba the letter. Ali Baba was an old man, he glowed the lantern intensely so that he could read what’s present in the letter. The letter was written in a good clear handwriting and said, “I am leaving Afghanistan, please don’t search for me, Insha Allah, I will comeback some day, but don’t wait for me”.
Hashim was amazed as there were a handful of people in the village who knew to read and write. Alam too didn’t know to write and the question, who wrote this letter? was haunting him. Hashim returned home, with his eyes wet. He didn’t say a word but his eyes said it all. A wave of silence was across the whole family. The whole family was very sad as they were not ready for this mishap.
Alam, by evening had reached somewhere around Kabul. He searched for Omar but didn’t find him. He started moving towards Pakistan. It took him two weeks to reach the Pakistan Afghanistan Border. He entered Pakistan and then waited under a tree. While leaving his house he managed to take some food and water. His resources were almost exhausted. He didn’t know what is to be done from here. His search for Omar was getting intense as he was desperate to work and earn some money. Next morning he went to the market. He started enquiring about Omar from Turkey, but no one knew about him, he went from one shop to another but no one knew him. Alas he was tired and sat outside a grocery shop. He asked for some water to the shop keeper, who happily gave him the Mashak (Water Bottle made up of leather). He drank the water and thanked him for it. He held the horse and started walking back to the tree where he rested, when he heard the voice of some one calling him out, not by his name but a generic call. He turned back and found a guy was calling him. He went to him. The guy was called Haider. Haider had over heard Alam asking for Omar in the shops. Haider was Omar’s friend and knew where he was. So he took Alam with him to his place. Omar was to come to Pakistan within couple of days and then they were to march towards India through the Khyber Pass.
Alam was invited by Haider to stay with him for those two days. He had also heard of Akbar, Alam’s father. Delicacies were offered to their guest, Alam who became a very good friend of Haider. After three days, Omar arrived at Haider’s place early morning. He was delighted to find Alam there. After their meeting, they decided to leave for India the next early morning before dawn. In the afternoon when every one was resting, Alam was sitting outside, sharpening his sword. And suddenly a person from Omar’s troop came from behind and attacked Alam and ripped off his long shirt (Kurta). Alam was furious but managed to escape his second strike. Alam got up, positioned himself and asked him the reason for attack. The man said he didn’t like him and hence didn’t want him to come to India. Alam was confused as he didn’t know what was wrong with that guy and why he didn’t like him as Alam didn’t know who he was and had seen him for the first time. The fight started and it got intensified. The sound of swords bothered others and few of them came to see what was wrong. By that time, Alam has used his fathers trick and was about to kill the guy when he heard the voice of Omar “Stop!”, after a pause Omar said “Marhaba, Alam” which means Congratulations, Alam. It was a test that was meant to test his fighting skills and he surpassed the test without a scratch on his body and won the battle. Omar was pleased with his skills and appointed him as the Commander. They all were happy. Alam helped the guy, who fought with him to get up. They became good friends. They got ready to leave for India.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Nomads - 1 ... Akbar
1. Akbar
9th December, 1637 Gowhar, Afghanistan:
Chilling winds flowing into the caves of snow covered mountains. Gowhar, which lies in the south west province of Afghanistan was famous for its difficult terrain. It was the only way for people to enter Kabul, from the South West countries.
On the foothills of Gowhar, lived many families. Amongst them was Akbar Pathan's family. Akbar was an old man who had 3 wives. He had 12 sons and 4 daughters from all of his wives. His favourite son was Alam, who was a hard working, handsome guy of 23 years, who was obidient and chaste. His other sons were not upto the mark and were jealous of Alam because of the love and partiality that his father used to do. He was the only one who got hot food with his father. The other family members had to eat food after the duo have completed it. So what was left was their fate. Akbar was strict follower of Islam and implemented on his family members too. Namaaz was compulsory for every member of the family, the one missing it was punished and no food was offered on that day to him/her for that mistake. Hence every member used to make it a point to offer their prayers to avoid their fathers’ wrath.
The village being very remote and hilly caused several problems. There were very less trees for logs of wood and this caused the family members to work hard to get the wood for cooking. Water was also a problem because of scarce to no rainfall. They had to heat up the snow and get the water. The animals that were killed, their meat were eaten as a feast and their skins were used to make shawls. These shawls were sold to local markets so that they get some earnings. Shawls were in great demand by local people as well as the travellers coming to the place, because of the genuineness of the leather in which they were crafted. Only the men of the family were allowed to work and the girls were not allowed to roam out of the house.
Akbar wasn't keeping well for the last 2-3 months. He had grown weak and pale yellow. He tried few herbs but they it didn't work. He used to pray to the almighty for his fast recovery, but it worsened. He was growing weaker and weaker. Now he didn't even have the energy to get up for his prayers. All his sons were taking care of the house and the goats that they had. One day, Alam was returning back with a pile of wood on his head and suddenly his younger brother rushed to him... said "Abba is acting strange, come fast". Alam was stunned for few seconds before the pile of wood fell from his head. He knew his father won't survive much as the deadly disease had taken lives of many in the village. He rushed home to see his father, with the axe in his hand. All the family members had sorrounded the hut and when Alam reached the door. The axe fell from his hand. He saw his father. Dead. As Alam was too close to his father and the most loved one, he was the one who was shattered. It was like some one has taken away his life. The proceedings for the last rituals started. The cemetry was a mile away from their home, opposite direction of the market place. The body was taken to the cemetry. Prayers were chanted and Akbar was given back to the soil he belonged.
Alam was the last one to leave the cemetry. He was shattered and broken, mentally and physically. He ate the minimum food for the next 2 weeks and had grown weak. He went to the cemetry every evening and prayed for his father. He had stopped collecting woods and that also was a concern for the family. Finally every thing got normal and he was getting better as days passed.
Alam was the eldest male of the family now and all the responsibilities were on him. One morning, after the morning prayers, when every one was getting ready for work, Hashim said, "These are the sounds of horses", every one went outside to see the horses marching towards the colony. They rushed into the house to get hold of their swords and shields. In Afghanistan, people have swords for their self defence. They are trained
Hashim was younger to Alam, not that handsome, but he had a girlfriend who lived couple of houses away. Their parents knew it and they were ready for their marriage. Now with the death of Akbar, the marraige was postponed to few months.
The family saw people approaching approaching on their horses, with swords shining in their hands. These swords were not normal, A golden lust was seen from far off too.. and the size was bigger than the usual ones. Their faces were covered with a cloth and finally one of them reached near Akbar's house. "Is Akbar there?", asked the stranger. "No", said Alam, "he is no more". The man got down from his horse, put back the sword in side the case, and said that he was Akbar's friend, from Turkey. He called himself Omar. All the horsemen gathered near their house. Cots were pulled out of the house for them to rest. Water and breakfast was offered to them. Alam and Omar got into conversation and then Alam happened to ask Omar, why he came to Afghanistan. Alam was told that they were warriors of the Turkish King who has ordered them to go for a survey as he wanted to expand his provice from Turkey, spreading through Iran and then enter India through Pakistan. They were not here to harm any one.
By that era, Afghanistan was ruled by a Mughal emperor. This ruler was a good friend of the Turkish King. Hence they decided to invade India and Pakistan. India was famous for the variety of spices it had, also for the repository of gold it possessed. Pakistan was to be invaded for the reason if they had to go back home, they needed some way and Pakistan was the only way that they were aware of. The Khyber Pass was their aim. All this was discussed by Alam and Omar. And finally Omar before leaving asked Alam to join him if he was interested in some quick money, but at the risk of his life. Alam was still in the grief of his father and hence was not able to decide, and he said to him, “I will think about it, not now, may be sometime later”. The conversation ended and Omar went away with his troops. Every one saw him disappearing from their site, soon there was just the dust left and every one was dissolved in those dust particles.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Shab - e - Ghalib
It was a fine morning ... I was sitting in the lab as usual, checking mails as if some important mail is gonna come. I was called by my Guide. He said that, I have forwarded you a mail regarding the Theatre festival at IITB and see if you are interested, go ahead and attend it if u find time. I went back to my desk and saw the mail. It had 6 plays in P.C. Saxena Auditorium every night last week. And the first one was some URDU poetry by Ghalib which was narrated by Mr. Saleem Something... i dont remember his complete name. Then there was some Chotu speaking, shakkar ke paanch daane, garam kamra etc. etc...
So we were as usual charged up to listen to Mirza Ghalib, though it was difficult to understand but the kind of urdu used in his poetry takes you to a different level. The program was at 8.15 p.m. and our French class was supposed to be from 6-8. It was a busy schedule for us. First attend the french class, where we understand very less coz its French and Latin roaming around us in their literal sense and hence we don't get much of it, but picking up fast. What ever we understand, we keep making fun of it, and this is how lifes going on. Will discuss about the French Connection later in some blog. Got every thing ready, came back from Class and then ordered something from Monginis so that we get a quick bite and we can concentrate on the poetry and not our hunger.
The stage was set. The first bell rang. There was some preprocessing talks where in the organisors requested for some funds as they were short of it and then the show was about the start.
Stage was made in a very normal way. there was a table at the left corner, on which a lamp was glowing. On the right side there was a Keyboard (CASIO) and some other sound mixing instrument (Equilizer i suppose). The entry of the narrator, Saleem Sahab, and accompanying him were two people, one an IIT alumni and a gal who was supposed to handle the keyboard. The Alumni guy was supposed to sing few ghazals of Mirza Sahab.
They were ready and so were we. The crowd gathered, some faces known some unknown. the hall wasn't full to the max so we set our selves in the right corner of the stage in the front seats so that we don't miss any thing verbally and visually. The reciter started with the history about Mirza Ghalib, about his life, about his poetries and things like that. And then he said in this play he will be reading the letters written by Ghalib Sahab written to different people, on various issues. Mr. Saleem the reciter enlightened us about Mirza Ghalib's past and his works, his earnings, about his hobbies and things like that.
Mirza Ghalib was in India in an era when the Moghul Raj was dying and the Britishers Colonial rule was about to begin. And then the evolution of Urdu from Pharsi was taking place. In which Mirza Sahab was one of the key members who took active part and made it possible to bloom to the level it has reached today.
Letters written to his close friends on the death of the friends wife was too good. In this letter Mirza Sahab mentioned that it was bad to do this formality and has never done this before because of the simple reason that first of all I will remind you of the person who has passed away making you more sad, which is not correct on my part and finally saying that now its time to search for a new one.
And the in between the letters he beautifully crafted his poetries which made them more lively.
"Hazaron Khwahishen Aisi, Ke Har Khwaahish pe dum nikle
Bohot nikle mere Armaan, Lekin Phir bhi Kam nikle"
is one of his best and well known stanza's of all time.
Then came letters to him (M.G) asking about the gender issues in Urdu, as the language was still evolving, people were confused and there was no protocol set for the language and as Ghalib was a great writer and a knowledgable person people used to write him letter regarding these problems and he used to reply them.
Then in one of the letters he mentioned another beautiful master piece out of which i take couple of lines saying
"Koee mere dil se pooche, tere teeer - e- neemekash ko
Ye khalish kahan se hoti, jo jigar ke paar hota"
(teeer - e- neemekash -- half drawn arrow, Khalish - pain)
In this wat he means to say is that - One should ask the heart when the arrow strikes it, but that pain won't remain if it comes out from the heart, that means it should be half in for the pain to be felt.
Ghalib was very fond of liquor and because of which he didn't keep well. He used to eat curd and nothing else was allowed to him by the doctors, may be because of his liver growing weaker and weaker for that in his old age what he wrote is admirable.
Go haath ko jumbish naheeN AaNkhoN meiN to dam hai
Rehne do abhee saaGHar-o-meena mere aage
[ jumbish = movement/vibration, saaGHar-o-meena = liquor, goblet ]
My hands might tremble or move but still theres power in my eyes so let the liquor be in front of me. Such was his love for drinks.
"Ishq ne Ghalib nikamma kar diya
Warna hum bhi aadmi the kaam ke..."
And many more poetries were recited that were mindblowing...
The sound (keyboard) played was excellent and also the poetries sung by the IIT Alumni were great but we are used to Jagjit Singh - ghalib Association and hence might not have appealed that much.
People who want more of Mirza Sahab's work can follow the following link...
Mirza Sahab's Work
and few lines for all of u...
Ragon mein Daudte phirne ke hum nahin Qaayal
Jab aankh hi se na tapka tou phir lahu kya hai!
I am not very impressed with the conventional way of blood flowing through the nerves...
Unless it flows from your eyes, what blood is it???
So we were as usual charged up to listen to Mirza Ghalib, though it was difficult to understand but the kind of urdu used in his poetry takes you to a different level. The program was at 8.15 p.m. and our French class was supposed to be from 6-8. It was a busy schedule for us. First attend the french class, where we understand very less coz its French and Latin roaming around us in their literal sense and hence we don't get much of it, but picking up fast. What ever we understand, we keep making fun of it, and this is how lifes going on. Will discuss about the French Connection later in some blog. Got every thing ready, came back from Class and then ordered something from Monginis so that we get a quick bite and we can concentrate on the poetry and not our hunger.
The stage was set. The first bell rang. There was some preprocessing talks where in the organisors requested for some funds as they were short of it and then the show was about the start.
Stage was made in a very normal way. there was a table at the left corner, on which a lamp was glowing. On the right side there was a Keyboard (CASIO) and some other sound mixing instrument (Equilizer i suppose). The entry of the narrator, Saleem Sahab, and accompanying him were two people, one an IIT alumni and a gal who was supposed to handle the keyboard. The Alumni guy was supposed to sing few ghazals of Mirza Sahab.
They were ready and so were we. The crowd gathered, some faces known some unknown. the hall wasn't full to the max so we set our selves in the right corner of the stage in the front seats so that we don't miss any thing verbally and visually. The reciter started with the history about Mirza Ghalib, about his life, about his poetries and things like that. And then he said in this play he will be reading the letters written by Ghalib Sahab written to different people, on various issues. Mr. Saleem the reciter enlightened us about Mirza Ghalib's past and his works, his earnings, about his hobbies and things like that.
Mirza Ghalib was in India in an era when the Moghul Raj was dying and the Britishers Colonial rule was about to begin. And then the evolution of Urdu from Pharsi was taking place. In which Mirza Sahab was one of the key members who took active part and made it possible to bloom to the level it has reached today.
Letters written to his close friends on the death of the friends wife was too good. In this letter Mirza Sahab mentioned that it was bad to do this formality and has never done this before because of the simple reason that first of all I will remind you of the person who has passed away making you more sad, which is not correct on my part and finally saying that now its time to search for a new one.
And the in between the letters he beautifully crafted his poetries which made them more lively.
"Hazaron Khwahishen Aisi, Ke Har Khwaahish pe dum nikle
Bohot nikle mere Armaan, Lekin Phir bhi Kam nikle"
is one of his best and well known stanza's of all time.
Then came letters to him (M.G) asking about the gender issues in Urdu, as the language was still evolving, people were confused and there was no protocol set for the language and as Ghalib was a great writer and a knowledgable person people used to write him letter regarding these problems and he used to reply them.
Then in one of the letters he mentioned another beautiful master piece out of which i take couple of lines saying
"Koee mere dil se pooche, tere teeer - e- neemekash ko
Ye khalish kahan se hoti, jo jigar ke paar hota"
(teeer - e- neemekash -- half drawn arrow, Khalish - pain)
In this wat he means to say is that - One should ask the heart when the arrow strikes it, but that pain won't remain if it comes out from the heart, that means it should be half in for the pain to be felt.
Ghalib was very fond of liquor and because of which he didn't keep well. He used to eat curd and nothing else was allowed to him by the doctors, may be because of his liver growing weaker and weaker for that in his old age what he wrote is admirable.
Go haath ko jumbish naheeN AaNkhoN meiN to dam hai
Rehne do abhee saaGHar-o-meena mere aage
[ jumbish = movement/vibration, saaGHar-o-meena = liquor, goblet ]
My hands might tremble or move but still theres power in my eyes so let the liquor be in front of me. Such was his love for drinks.
"Ishq ne Ghalib nikamma kar diya
Warna hum bhi aadmi the kaam ke..."
And many more poetries were recited that were mindblowing...
The sound (keyboard) played was excellent and also the poetries sung by the IIT Alumni were great but we are used to Jagjit Singh - ghalib Association and hence might not have appealed that much.
People who want more of Mirza Sahab's work can follow the following link...
Mirza Sahab's Work
and few lines for all of u...
Ragon mein Daudte phirne ke hum nahin Qaayal
Jab aankh hi se na tapka tou phir lahu kya hai!
I am not very impressed with the conventional way of blood flowing through the nerves...
Unless it flows from your eyes, what blood is it???
Sunday, August 27, 2006
IITians are NERDS !?!
It was a double holiday, one for the simple reason that it was Sunday and the other being Ganesh Chaturthi, which is also a holiday. I was online in the afternoon and I met one of my junior, Senthil (http://www.ayearafter.blogspot.com/) , on a gmail chat. He happened to ask me
"Where are u?
I was in the lab doing some project work and I replied humbly...
"In the lab"
his next expression was a smiley :) . I thought somethings wrong and I happened to ask him whats so strange that you are smiling. He replied, that theres a topic published in todays newspaper - Times of India, saying that a study has been conducted, which says that IITians are NERDS.
Nerd at Dictionary.com means 'an intelligent but single-minded person obsessed with a nonsocial hobby or pursuit'. I returned home after this episode and read the newspaper. It was a democratic study, in the sense that it was by the IITians, for the IITians and also the world, and of the IITians. The study said that the Students admitted, are very less enthusiastic and are more into studies leaving cultural events and extra curricular activities. This study was conducted by interviewing around 550 IITians, mostly from the first and the second year.
Thank God that it doesn't hold true for the Research Associates. I have been staying in IIT for almost 2 months now and what I feel is something very different. Seeing it in a different perspective, What I found at IIT is that few people are really active at least in our Hostel, Tansa. Tansa is a hostel for staffs (Research Associates) and hence they are very active as they don't have much to study unlike the students of IIT. At Tansa, there are all sorts of celeberations and other activities taking place from time to time. Picnics, Ganesh Mandals, Holi, Independence Day to Garden maintenence, every thing and we see people actively participating in it. We (me and Yogesh) don't get time though for all that. But its nice to see them work and enjoy. They also came up with a bi-monthly magazine, reflecting their image of being active, which is appreciable.
This was about Tansa, Talking about some students hostel, Hostel - 4, which is adjacent hostel. Our hostel room window is parallel to the common room of Hostel 4 where the junior students of IIT reside. And believe me when we come back from our labs at night, we can hear some live performances, Some singing 'Dooba Dooba rehta hoon' and playing guitar and some singing Summer of 69 - by Bryan Adams. Its actually great to listen to them. As the common room is quiet close to our rooms window its really great to hear them perfom LIVE. Amazing guitar playing and singing ability they posses. Once we were returning and from somewhere accross the IIT ground we heard some real live music. We were stunned to hear that, coz it was never heard before. It was an amazing number though I forgot the tune.
We can see people jogging in the evenings, coz we are never up in the morning to see them. Sports is also very common amongst youngsters. I have seen people going to badminton court late night.
Its actually a treat to watch these Young Guns of India to perform, Let it be Mood Indigo (mood-i) or Techfest. They are born to perform...
"Where are u?
I was in the lab doing some project work and I replied humbly...
"In the lab"
his next expression was a smiley :) . I thought somethings wrong and I happened to ask him whats so strange that you are smiling. He replied, that theres a topic published in todays newspaper - Times of India, saying that a study has been conducted, which says that IITians are NERDS.
Nerd at Dictionary.com means 'an intelligent but single-minded person obsessed with a nonsocial hobby or pursuit'. I returned home after this episode and read the newspaper. It was a democratic study, in the sense that it was by the IITians, for the IITians and also the world, and of the IITians. The study said that the Students admitted, are very less enthusiastic and are more into studies leaving cultural events and extra curricular activities. This study was conducted by interviewing around 550 IITians, mostly from the first and the second year.
Thank God that it doesn't hold true for the Research Associates. I have been staying in IIT for almost 2 months now and what I feel is something very different. Seeing it in a different perspective, What I found at IIT is that few people are really active at least in our Hostel, Tansa. Tansa is a hostel for staffs (Research Associates) and hence they are very active as they don't have much to study unlike the students of IIT. At Tansa, there are all sorts of celeberations and other activities taking place from time to time. Picnics, Ganesh Mandals, Holi, Independence Day to Garden maintenence, every thing and we see people actively participating in it. We (me and Yogesh) don't get time though for all that. But its nice to see them work and enjoy. They also came up with a bi-monthly magazine, reflecting their image of being active, which is appreciable.
This was about Tansa, Talking about some students hostel, Hostel - 4, which is adjacent hostel. Our hostel room window is parallel to the common room of Hostel 4 where the junior students of IIT reside. And believe me when we come back from our labs at night, we can hear some live performances, Some singing 'Dooba Dooba rehta hoon' and playing guitar and some singing Summer of 69 - by Bryan Adams. Its actually great to listen to them. As the common room is quiet close to our rooms window its really great to hear them perfom LIVE. Amazing guitar playing and singing ability they posses. Once we were returning and from somewhere accross the IIT ground we heard some real live music. We were stunned to hear that, coz it was never heard before. It was an amazing number though I forgot the tune.
We can see people jogging in the evenings, coz we are never up in the morning to see them. Sports is also very common amongst youngsters. I have seen people going to badminton court late night.
Its actually a treat to watch these Young Guns of India to perform, Let it be Mood Indigo (mood-i) or Techfest. They are born to perform...
Thursday, August 24, 2006
I confess
I confess ... I am addicted, This time its not Tea though... its BLOGS. Read ON....
Writing a blog after a long time... But its not that difficult now. When I started Blogging i used to think that I won't be able to write. But now mind you... BLOGS AN ADDICTION .. and you can't live without writing it. The mind has become restless. You sit, stand, sleep, brush, have tea or try doing other regular activity. What you see is, an opportunity to blog and your mind starts constructing sentences, willingly or unwillingly at times. If this is not true ask a blogger or try being one of them. I don't know if the same case goes for reading the blogs or not. May be for bloggers like me its not, but there are much more interesting blogs that pop up every now and then. Search for them, they are in plenty.
So many blogs, so many, that are written daily. People rarely make big money by blogging but then, what is it that pulls them. Its, I guess, the freedom to express. Express your thoughts, ideas, stories, poetries and what not.. almost everything. Then after a certain point of time when people stop reading articles, or stop commenting on the blogs, that addiction is still continued and the thirst for writing more blogs goes on.
I will tell you a story. I was in IIT. We (Me and friends) have a daily tea/coffee session around 10.30 - 11.00 a.m. Reaching the Nescafe coffee shack is about 5-7 minutes from our lab. Beleive me, Trillions of topics, come to the mind on which very interesting articles can be published. And then the mind works tripple its efficiency and simply doesn't stop thinking.
So many topics are in my mind but am not able to execute them... thats because the time factor. Very little time is left for these activities as work takes the major chunk and the remaining is for the bare minimun human needs.
So take care before you start :) All the best and share your experiences about blogging in the Comments section. CYA
Writing a blog after a long time... But its not that difficult now. When I started Blogging i used to think that I won't be able to write. But now mind you... BLOGS AN ADDICTION .. and you can't live without writing it. The mind has become restless. You sit, stand, sleep, brush, have tea or try doing other regular activity. What you see is, an opportunity to blog and your mind starts constructing sentences, willingly or unwillingly at times. If this is not true ask a blogger or try being one of them. I don't know if the same case goes for reading the blogs or not. May be for bloggers like me its not, but there are much more interesting blogs that pop up every now and then. Search for them, they are in plenty.
So many blogs, so many, that are written daily. People rarely make big money by blogging but then, what is it that pulls them. Its, I guess, the freedom to express. Express your thoughts, ideas, stories, poetries and what not.. almost everything. Then after a certain point of time when people stop reading articles, or stop commenting on the blogs, that addiction is still continued and the thirst for writing more blogs goes on.
I will tell you a story. I was in IIT. We (Me and friends) have a daily tea/coffee session around 10.30 - 11.00 a.m. Reaching the Nescafe coffee shack is about 5-7 minutes from our lab. Beleive me, Trillions of topics, come to the mind on which very interesting articles can be published. And then the mind works tripple its efficiency and simply doesn't stop thinking.
So many topics are in my mind but am not able to execute them... thats because the time factor. Very little time is left for these activities as work takes the major chunk and the remaining is for the bare minimun human needs.
So take care before you start :) All the best and share your experiences about blogging in the Comments section. CYA
Monday, August 21, 2006
Google's Paying :)
And who is not attracted after reading such an interesting and attractive heading. Let me take you through the process of knowing the Google strategy.
Its true that Google is a giant in the internet search business, rather a leader, standing all odds against the Titans like Microsoft and Yahoo. I have been a fan of innovation a.k.a Google. And if you keep looking at their product ranges you are stunned. With the latest one being the spreadsheets which can be edited and shared online, there are so many in the Google Labs, Calculator, Search is always there, then theres Google Answers inspired by AskJeeves.com, also Google Scholar where one can find technical papers and articles related to technology. Translator, Google Earth, Picassa photo organisor and what not.
Though Yahoo is a runner up in the race and they are equally fast in implementing things mind you. I am facinated by the fast translation of technology and am enjoying it to the full let it be yahoo google or msn.
Coming back to Google, they have invented a very interesting but not unique way to distribute money through internet. You sit at home and check your balance this is what you are supposed to do. Its simple, if u own a website or a blog, you register for the Google AdSense, if someone clicks on that AdSense through your website, you get paid. There are lots of terms and conditions though. But you are not required to do any thing, not even click on those ads or your membership is cancelled, so don't try it on yourAd Sense. You sit at home and check your balance this is what you are supposed to do.
But what appealed me in Ad Sense is that it picks the advertisement headings from the text mentioned in your blog or text or the writeup and then displays relevant advertisements. For e.g. for My MTNL blog the advertisements displayed were Fast Internet Connections and so on as it picked related words from the blog and displayed the related advertisements.
This blog is intended to first make every one aware about this interesting strategy and then to invite you to take the initiative and click on the ads, Use google products and let me earn few dollahs HA HA I have started with it mind you.. $ 0.10 on the very first day with 2 firefox sign ups and one Ad Sense click.
So keep clicking with your Maut ki Ungli and spread the word may be this could be a turning point for any one of us and a chance to be a millionare...
Its true that Google is a giant in the internet search business, rather a leader, standing all odds against the Titans like Microsoft and Yahoo. I have been a fan of innovation a.k.a Google. And if you keep looking at their product ranges you are stunned. With the latest one being the spreadsheets which can be edited and shared online, there are so many in the Google Labs, Calculator, Search is always there, then theres Google Answers inspired by AskJeeves.com, also Google Scholar where one can find technical papers and articles related to technology. Translator, Google Earth, Picassa photo organisor and what not.
Though Yahoo is a runner up in the race and they are equally fast in implementing things mind you. I am facinated by the fast translation of technology and am enjoying it to the full let it be yahoo google or msn.
Coming back to Google, they have invented a very interesting but not unique way to distribute money through internet. You sit at home and check your balance this is what you are supposed to do. Its simple, if u own a website or a blog, you register for the Google AdSense, if someone clicks on that AdSense through your website, you get paid. There are lots of terms and conditions though. But you are not required to do any thing, not even click on those ads or your membership is cancelled, so don't try it on yourAd Sense. You sit at home and check your balance this is what you are supposed to do.
But what appealed me in Ad Sense is that it picks the advertisement headings from the text mentioned in your blog or text or the writeup and then displays relevant advertisements. For e.g. for My MTNL blog the advertisements displayed were Fast Internet Connections and so on as it picked related words from the blog and displayed the related advertisements.
This blog is intended to first make every one aware about this interesting strategy and then to invite you to take the initiative and click on the ads, Use google products and let me earn few dollahs HA HA I have started with it mind you.. $ 0.10 on the very first day with 2 firefox sign ups and one Ad Sense click.
So keep clicking with your Maut ki Ungli and spread the word may be this could be a turning point for any one of us and a chance to be a millionare...
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