"Warrior Returning Back to Home"

The day I reached Ranchi, newspapers were full of headlines " Warrior Returning Back to Home".No, it wasn't for me. Mahi Bhaiya returned for the first time after winning the World Cup. Though this time he was seen trying to protect his wife(Sakshi Bhabhi) rather than himself from the crowd. It was chaotic at the airport. Everyone wanted one look of this MSD and his wife. I am sure Sachin-Anjali have lost their popularity now in the media buzz. One the other hand for me returning home was a bliss as usual though I didn't have so many people waiting at the airport.But, I had one person waiting for me i.e Mom which was all I wanted.

Ranchi one where I have spent my 20 years of life minus the Singapore days has evolved a lot. From the days where my grandfather was proud of owning one of the two Lambretta's( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lambretta) in the city to the date where Scooters have taken a back seat. From the days where the Local Zilla School Ground was for playing Cricket to the days where the ground is used only for Trade Fairs. Though Ranchi was much cleaner this time , thanks to National Games(one where things are rented by Government at a rate higher than its Cost Price).

When one comes from foreign land, there is something around you which keeps others busy. I have always been thrown the same volley of questions even after 3-4 visits.
1)What course?
2)How many years are left?
3)How is the food?
4)When are you going back ?( This Question sucks)
5)Aur. Anything Interesting ? (This question is from the younger lot of people and one should understand what is he/she hinting at)

I also seem to have a fixed set of answers for all the questions except for the last one .So, it doesn't bother me much. If I start talking about food. A simple Rice with vegetables gives u so much pleasure one can't imagine. Specially when the taste buds have been out of use for so long, it feels amazing. Moreover the street vendors seem like they have been waiting for me for years. Not only you enjoy eating but also have a bit chit chat sessions about their life.Seems strange, my life is changing so rapidly but when I see those vendors they are still there. 7 days a week, from morning till they can spot some Customers in the night they work tirelessly.Their sons have been also forced to take that job. The little kid who seemed to be helping dad on few busy days seem to have taken a responsible job in of the street shops. On the flip side new malls have come up. Chains like Dominoes have also made a mark on the city. In fact a 5 star hotel has also come up. I like this change the best as this makes Ranchi eligible for hosting a International Cricket Match in the new stadium that is coming up.In spite of all this one thing that I wish doesn't change is the calmness that the city gives you. I would love to see the city in the same peaceful state even in the future.

Ode to the Nice Guys

link:http://www.stwing.upenn.edu/~jenf/writing/rant04.html
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003

Software Engineering

Public Bus Simulator!!

Making change

An Article very well written!
Must Read!


Making change

Another Night well wasted!!

Exam might be knocking on the doors but there is something which will keep you going...Thats Music!!! Another night.. where we randomly played some mash-ups..mixing two or threee songs.

One of the Articles Written by my Batchmate -Siddhart
http://www.facebook.com/Siddharth.Fofo.Janarthanan



If I am to talk about women based on the experience with my mother, I would have to say they are extraordinarily (sometimes irritatingly) stubborn, supremely far-sighted, thankfully atheistic and with an amusingly messy room. But my mother does not represent the world of women. She is just one oddly wondrous piece among millions of other equally amazing ones. And that is how everybody feels about their mother. Whatever said and done, as long as mothers exist in this world, women will never lose their place in the hearts of all, irrespective of gender. Does that mean this writer thinks motherhood to be the sole attribute and purpose of womanhood? Of course not. I have just said motherhood is one attribute of women that no one cannot think of; a forte no man can ever take up for himself.
History is full of examples of outstanding women across all known human fields. Science, politics, arts, sports, religion, administration, education have all had the privilege of having been shaped and nourished by hundreds of astoundingly inspiring and courageous women. My own personal favourite is Elizabeth I, the Virgin Queen of England who revolutionised the English way of life against many odds and established the country’s Golden Age. A highly passionate and resolute monarch with brilliant administrative capabilities, she reached the heights that none of her predecessors nor successors (male or female) matched up to.
It is well known that women have had a tumultuous standing in society. It is believed that in the ancient civilisations, men and women were considered socially equal, but somewhere in the middle, things changed. And not for the good. Women faced repurcussions just about everywhere; inside the house, at the work places, in the arts etc. The feminist movement then came into being, to bring about gender equality. Its been a long process and its still ongoing, and thankfully things are changing. While true gender equality will be achieved only with a fundamental shift in the society’s perception of women, policies are being made in the right direction.
Sadly, in the developing Asian countries, I feel women, more often than not, are their own biggest obstacles to overcome in order to achieve liberation. Many a time, I have seen families where the girl’s own mother, aunts and grandmothers end up being the most prominent dream-snuffers and oppressors. One would think that these women will be the beacons of hope who will provide the support they never got, to the girls, but unfortunately that’s not the case.
So what do I think of women? Well, they come in all shapes and sizes and shades alright. Pretty things with an astounding depth of heart (men do too, but they aint that pretty if I may say so). They are the only species on the planet who physically torture themselves to look good; and have such hope and tenacity they put me to shame. The one thing that I will not say about them is that, “they complete men” or, they are “the perfect balance for men” etc. I find the idea of attributing their very existence and purpose to support men or complete them highly offensive. And well, also because, men are quite complete themselves :D

2nd Year - 2nd Semester

First Day at NTU

Senior : Which Course ?
Me: CE
Senior : Full Form Nahi Aaata ?
Me: Computer Engineering
Senior: Kaha se hai ?
Me: Ranchi
Senior : Acha Bihari hai ?
Me: nahi , Jharkhandi ( I shouldn't have said that)
Acha chal CE meh hai isiliye chor raha hoon.

This was the respect or you may call it sympathy you get from people when they come to know that you are in CE. This is all due to just one Semester. Which is - 2.2. It has become my slogan kind. 2.2 hai yaar!!
A semester where other non CE Students get angry as you generally don't go clubbing with them. Your batchmates become sarcastic if you are not seen for a few days.Mom-Dad finally start realizing the distance inspite of Skype and phone. Brother feels amzazed that how come I dont get enough time even to make a phone call. GirlFriend is happy with saying the three Ultimate Words that a GirlFriend says that makes you feel so happy. Any guesses? No, I am not talking about expressing those words of love, but I am talking about " KOI BAAT NAHI".
This semester you are given two bags. Both of them equally interesting when you go to issue them initially with lot of LEDs. You also have to make Public Bus Simulator which is fine but when you have a Canadian Professor then it makes it worse. Besides this you have subject like Operating System which I hardly consider as part of this semester's workload, not because its damn easy but I hardly get time to realize its presence.
This is not it. At this stage, you are expected to have a lot of knowledge about different companies around Singapore. This is the time you are also expected to apply for Industrial Attachment( A semester long internship in the 3rd Year, Sem1/2). The only hope for some rest is the coming Summers. Oh wait. Don't you wish to do something fruitful this summer?How can you waste the summer. So,time to sacrifice your India Visit. Time to Sacrifice the food that gives you orgasm even when you even think about it. Time to sacrfice everything you wish to do in Summers(Censored).
Is studying everything? Is finishing your projects enough. Oh wait! You wont get an on campus accommodation if you don't go for ECA's. With the shitty system, hardly anyone expects getting a room except if you have won some elections and have enough points.

This is one of the Projects that I did this semester. A Micro-controller Project, Kinect sensors were the additional feature I used which was the coolest thing for the Proff.

Courtesy - FUNCAGE.com



Lesson 1: Naked Wife
A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, “I’ll give you $800 to drop that towel.” After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob.
After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 dollars and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks,…
“Who was that?” “It was Bob the next door neighbor,” she replies. “Great!” the husband says, “Did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?”

Moral of the story:
If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.


Lesson 2
A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, “I’ll give each of you just one wish” “Me first! Me first!” says the administration clerk. “I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.” Poof! She’s gone. “Me next! Me next!” says the sales rep. “I want to be in Hawaii,relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.” Poof! He’s gone. “OK, you’re up,” the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, “I want those two back in the office after lunch.”

Moral of the story: Always let your boss have the first say.


Lesson 3
A priest offered a lift to a Nun. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said,”Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest removed his hand. But,changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, “Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest apologized “Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.” Arriving at the convent, the nun went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, “Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.”

Moral of the story: If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.


Lesson 4
A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A rabbit asked him,”Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?” The crow answered: “Sure, why not.” So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested.
A fox jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very high up.


Lesson 5: Power of Charisma
A turkey was chatting with a bull “I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree,” sighed the turkey, but I haven’t got the energy.” “Well, why don’t you nibble on my droppings?” replied the bull. “They’re packed with nutrients.” The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.

Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it wont keep you there.


Lesson 6
A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.

Moral of the story:
1. Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy
2. Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend
3. And when you’re in deep shit, it’s best to keep your mouth shut!