Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Inspiration Unlimited

It's been long friends I wanted to share with you all, about our Venture and platform Inspiration Unlimited. Just covering this write up about the same.

Inspiration Unlimited is a vision, founded as an answer to the present scenario in the world. The need for training is higher than ever in every manner. Values have to be restored. This time the felicitous process is hammering. The values need to be hammered into masses & potentials incarcerated inside need to be brought out. The masses stand in need of training in some or the other form, right from school level to the level of CEOs.

As is rightly said, Any & every form of success has its root in training and then success stems from execution. IU believes in passing the right training in every arena of life, from personal development, to mental abilities, to staff training, to self motivation, to leadership, to sales training, to art of relationships, to training for teachers, to better parenting & lots more.

IU is backed up by the founder's profound experience of dealing with people from different occupation, places, age groups & different intellect levels. People eulogize his training & the kind of change it brings about in the participants. He has a spark in his speech that can bring a dead man alive. He has a practical approach & is not a speaker or trainer who has emerged from mere reading of a few books, as you find many such individuals in the market today.

Our vision is to empower masses to follow their heart & experience life of full potential. We envision to help everyone live, not just exist. We also believe in seeing a better world with human race in greater levels of harmony by converting peer pressure into peer pleasure.

We have forayed into hand-made greetings under the banner of Aaslesha. All details are available on the following web links.

To avoid confusions and so that you are able to reach us right here are some links on web:

Our magazine links:

Our Social Initiatives (each one would be covered in other blogs):

To join us as a speaker or marketing executives from your city, district, state or country. Mail us at and we shall take things further!

Thank you. Hope it helps all those who wanted to know more about about IU.

Friday, December 2, 2011

The Niagara Falls, The Smurfs, The Portal...

The picture of Niagara falls in the head.. speaks a thousand words. Since drawing a picture is out of question, ( the strained efforts I will put in drawing will be equivalent to a helpless girl grappling against the mighty storm) I choose to deliver a thousand words instead.

I have always wanted to visit the Niagara (thanks to a Social Science teacher who'd traveled the world)- to take a ride in the Maid of the Mist- and the strength of the desire intensified when I watched The Smurfs the other day.

My wishlist is becoming a bucket list these days, really. Just the idea of ticking off each one is sufficient to get the adrenaline rushing.. ah, I digress.

So coming back, The Smurfs, those cute blue mythical creatures- who I wish really existed- who travel from their world to ours through a portal on a blue moon day, bring luck to the family which shelters them. The ending is cute- really no other word for it- and the Smurfs are so endearing. I don't like pets, but I still like the Smurfs. They don't exist, right? That's probably why.

The realistic engineer and the crazy fastasy lover in me are at war with each other, one laughing away at the idea of mythical creatures, and another being drawn to the endearing lot, their ways, their world..

I want the blue moon to come one day, I want the Smurfs to be real, I want the portal between worlds to exist- be it at a waterfall, or a blackhole- I want all of this! And I want the engineer in me to find a way to make all this happen, so that the engineer and the fantasical girl both are happy, because they're an integral part of me, they make me me..

Monday, November 28, 2011

Your Big Year!

When somebody I know and respect has reached the 111th position in the "Your Big Year"(YBY) contest from India, him being the only Indian to reach that position, I can't help but post about it.

The aforementioned senior, is the 24 yr old One Young World Ambassador from India, Mr. Sujit Lalwani, also the founder of 36, IU Y2C campaign etc. The reason I'm posting this is because I'm taken by the concept of Your Big Year, which is a 'Smaller Earth' initiative. Chris Arnold is the man behind this, and what he has to say about entrepreneurship and global citizenship is indeed commendable.

Since young I have believed that being a citizen of a country is ok, but every human being must be a citizen of the world. Global citizenship must be promoted, and this is precisely where Chris Arnold strikes a chord with me.

The top 12 finalists are to compete against each other in the month of March/ April in Liverpool, and the tasks that await them will put their grey matter to test, to say the least. The winner indeed will have his Big Year, what with getting to travel across 5 continents, working on projects across the globe, meeting prominent people in the fields of business, politics et al.

This is the brief-up on YBY, my words probably wouldn't have done as much justice.

Winning this is no mean feat, but nothing a fellow Indian can't achieve, I believe.
Here's wishing luck and success to this fellow Indian, who's been a great guide so far. We have our fingers crossed, and we know you have Felix Felicis :)

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Too much ado.. though it isn't about Nothing.

Hello Folks!

Time and again I vanish from the blogosphere, only to be pulled back by the delicate strings that tie me to this place. It's been ages since I've written that post on Huawei (3 months, to be precise), and a lot many friends have asked when the next post was coming. I don't know why I didn't post so long, but this is like the last piece of Chocolate that remains after sharing the choc with friends- you will definitely want to eat it. I opened my blog for some reason, couldn't go away without putting this up.

And while I've been away, significant things have happened.

Huawei has again been a mixture of fun and boredom- funny how almost everything in my life is like this- and while we've learnt some essential things, we've had more than our share of free time. And this is not one of the significant things that happened. Randy Pausch talks about why it's important to concentrate on the elephant in the room.. it seems like I have a soft spot for the rabbit. :P

Well, now before the elephant is angered.. :P

One, devastating news: We have no Jobs anymore. Steve Jobs, right.
Two, fantastic news: I got to be Supporting Editor-in-Chief of an e-newsletter, called IUNL.(Inspiration Unlimited Newsletter).
Three, the best so far: The launch of the aforementioned newsletter is happening on 20.11.2011. (This features as awesome to me, even after I've posted this on FB at 11pm some day-after most ppl have logged off-and repeat exclamations to friends who're around me!).
Four: This is like, THE elephant. I'm not too comfortable with elephants.. err.. I still have some editing left. (And I'm an engineer. Last minute work? Give it to us).
Five:I'd almost forgotten, 3 articles of mine got published on Bitannica, it did make me happy.

So whats the icing on the cake? My decision making skills. 7.25 am on the morning of the CAT, I decide to give the exam. Reason? 1500 INR is too much to waste. Eight hours ago when I was pondering if I should give the exam or not-given that I'd go with zero preparation this time-I couldn't make a decision, one way or the other. I didn't even toss a coin- then again I never make decisions by flipping a coin-I simply went to bed. Only in the morning did it hit me that I'd be wasting money.. I'm still proud of the fact that I reached the venue at 8:45, given that I got my admit card printed on the way to the venue.

But the CAT is over, and the launch is not. And now I really get what Aadisht means when he says he'll come back to post when he gets time! Aadisht btw, is one amazing blogger/ Yahoo! columnist, check out his blog. And yes, I'm giving free publicity to him, only because he's awesome.

There are like 11 topics which I have on mind- they were occupying too much space on mind, so shifted them to paper- I'll post them one by one, as and when time permits. This post almost was like breaking the ice, again. Both Time and Water, when frozen, create ice :P And time, which was a commodity we engineering students had in abundance- now has become so scarce. Sigh. Such is life.

Sunday, August 21, 2011


I know I'm joblessly importing the posts I'd put up on a website when I was interning with them to the blog here, and quite a few of you might be frustrated by the fact that you've already read those posts before, on the other site. Sorry for that, I'm just putting together everything under one roof, don't ask me why.

The routineness of the job kicked in this week, and me being the type who cannot and will not be bogged down by a routine life, have taken up some interesting- though offbeat- threads, which I hope to convert into something big. *Fingers crossed*

Also, though N and I work for the same company and get to talk to her on the intranet, I haven't seen her in ages. Imagine that.

There are loads of things running on my mind,
Looking back I see what I've left behind;
Judge not this post, do be kind,
Come back tomorrow, you'll see a post- refined!

McDonalds: The True Story. ( Again porting my writing from elsewhere to the blog)

What does the most famous malls and shopping complexes have in common apart from the fact that they’re the most flocked places in India?

You go shopping-for clothes, footwear, accessories, household items, gifts, you’re inevitably hungry at the end of it. Hell, you go window shopping with friends, you see a place where you can relax and down some fast food which also happens to be light on the pocket. What am I driving at?

McDonalds. Yes.

You (and I) are more likely to walk in, than not. Which is what McDonalds is really all about.

McDonalds founder, Ray Kroc once walked into a class of students at Harvard and asked them what they thought McDonalds was about.

Burgers, they said.

And he asked the million dollar question: “ How many of you can prepare better burgers than the ones made at McDonalds?” Several hands shot up in the air.

He then told the class that burgers weren’t the deal, because obviously, there were so many people better at that. Infact, food itself didn’t qualify as the topmost priority. And then he shared his million dollar idea.

That McDonalds wasn’t really about burgers, it was about ‘Real Estate’. Did I hear that right? Well yeah, you did.

McDonalds is about real estate.

It’s just about places. How amazing is that, right? You just put up outlets of McDonalds at places where your target market is, and Bingo!, you’re on your way to get those million dollars. The talent was in choosing those magical ‘places’.

Real estate isn’t the only factor which made McDonalds what it is today, but that was the core factor. Add to that a list of 4 to 5 ingrediants, you have the cake ready.

  1. Vision: A vision with clarity, is a vision to reality. Ray Kroc saw it in the form of his brother’s hamburger drive-in in San Bernardino. He wanted to own a standardized chain of fast-food eateries right across the world. 25,000 is a number, isn’t it?
  2. Agreeable to differences: Ray Kroc knew that you need a manager, who’ll hold it stable for you; and a frontrunner, who’ll go all out doing the front man job. His boldest move in this area was his hiring of Harry Sonneborn as his finance manager in 1956. As different as night and day, Kroc and Sonneborn formed a remarkable team. Where Sonneborn was taciturn and detail-driven, Kroc was outgoing and visionary. But without Sonneborn, McDonald’s would never have survived.
  3. Flexibility: An entrepreneur who invested everything he had at 52, Ray Kroc was a flexible man. New products like Big Mac and Egg McMuffin emerged from operators; Kroc’s attempts at new products—the Hula Burger and a strawberry dessert, to name two—were abject failures. Kroc didn’t discriminate the origin of those ideas.That’s leadership.
  4. Mentoring: The salesman that he was, Ray Kroc had a hawk’s eye for talent. He found Fred Turner, the organizational mind behind the McDonald’s operating system, from the ranks of potential operators. Kroc nurtured Turner as he did others; and in the process, built his business by selecting the right people at the right time.

It is said that he would arbitrarily fire staff who erred in minor ways sometimes, and the executives wouldn’t carry it out. Knowing him all too well. The incident would be forgotten in a few days.

Charity begins at home: After becoming a millionaire, he established a foundation to support his charitable efforts. The Ronald McDonald House, which provides housing for relatives of children undergoing lengthy hospital stays, is one such example.

Optimism and excellent mentorship no doubt proved to be the key, in addition to everything mentioned above. And the rest, as they say, is history. The tagline has another story in itself, but let’s reserve that for some other time! I’m lovin’ it! Bade se bada business paise se nahi — ek bade idea se bada hota hai. True, that!

References: and

Everything Comes At A Price. Even Happiness... ( Porting from a website where I'd published it a few months ago, to the blog)

The weather was warm, the coffee exactly the way he wanted it, but this was not what Nick had expected. He had not expected someone of that age to come and meet him in person. And he certainly hadn’t had the slightest idea why the man wouldn’t just speak out the terms. He had insisted on Jason reading the letter, and walked away, not even staying long enough to finish the coffee. When Nick opened the letter, the contents of the letter and the handwriting had no connection, it seemed, because only an angelic hand could’ve scripted the words in the way they were, but the content, the content! He had to make a decision. And, he made one.

Walking away was not a choice he could make, simply because this was about his daughter. When somebody was offering what he could not afford, he wasn’t going to turn it down, even after knowing the price he had to pay. He knew that everything comes at a cost.

Kendra, a devout Catholic, had her hands joined in prayer. The old man in the last row watched her silently. He’d been a witness to her grief, and he knew what had to be done. For him, it was a simple transaction- he had a problem, and so did she, and now, they were going to be each other’s solution. But of course, she wouldn’t know that. A frail and emotional mother would not understand that everything comes at a cost.

Coffee mug in hand, lost in thought, Jason didn’t look anything like the responsible elder brother that he actually was. The nice part was, he didn’t take life too seriously, which was just as well. The doorbell rang, and he went to answer the door. He was surprised to find his father standing there, his shoulders weary. He couldn’t remember the last time his father had done that. Not one day in those twenty years of his work.

Nick walked in, and pulled his son by the shoulders. Looked long into his eyes, and then gave him that letter. Jason didn’t understand why, but he didn’t speak a word, because he knew his father wouldn’t listen. He looked like a man on a mission, and nobody could stop him. Jason tried hard not to show the tears as he bid goodbye to his father. It seems, he’d just learned, everything comes at a cost.

Sandra slowly opened her eyes… Now, she could feel the light hitting her eye, and it hurt. But they’d promised her that this would be her last visit. They’d told her that they’d found a match and she’d be getting a bone marrow transplant.

Sandra was 12 years old, a thin, frail-looking girl, and hardly knew her father. The only people in her life were Kendra and Jason. Nick would come home to find Sandra sleeping, and his work demanded that he leave before Sandra woke up. She hated the fact that she had to visit the hospital every fifteen days, hated it that her blood had to be transfused every 15 days, hated the pain it would put her through. She knew it was because of her bone marrow-or the absence of it, but she hoped one day she too would be cured just like her brother. But despite her ill health, she mingled well with classmates, had a positive outlook to life and believed in God. Many students in class didn’t even know of her condition, they thought she was frail because she hardly ate anything. But those who knew her held deep respect for her in their hearts. On the outside, she was just another 6th standard kid, who had trouble with her weight.

And today, her wish of having a successful bone marrow transplant was fulfilled.

The time had come.

One- Jason broke the news to his mother, and she broke down. Not that she was very young, but that she had an untouched innocence about her, which was shattered today. It would be months before she smiled again.

Two- Nick walked towards the sacred palace-Pope’s residence. He’d travelled a long way from Rome to arrive at the holy city- yes, Jerusalem. He could not stop if he wanted to, so he marched right on, with only one thought-God loves the sinners. He didn’t have to do nothing, except be physically present anywhere around 100 yards of the Papal residence. His belt of course contained the timed bomb. 2 minutes left. He sat there with a calm composure, knowing his daughter would be well. He’d seen that the bone marrow was a perfect match. The results were all there in that letter he’d first received. 30 seconds… Peace.

And the explosion took everything in and around 500 yards.

Sandra, oblivious to everything, was just happy. She thanked the Jesus that her mother had taught her to believe in and drifted back to sleep. She of course, had a lot of time before she learnt that everything comes at a cost.

PS: All you guys might have already read this post, but I'm just getting all posts under one roof. So, bear with me!

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Of Phoenix Tears and Unicorn Blood..

8th std, 1st hour, Math class: I forget to take my Math notes to class. A very senior,quite strict teacher handling Math. She walks in, and I'm almost ready to walk out.(Read as get thrown out).
Before she begins the routine of asking students without notes to walk out, I go up and tell her I don't have my notes, and that I'm extremely sorry. She says it's ok! Get it tomorrow.I'm thinking, "Did I hear that right?".. I go back to my seat, and I'm not happy that she hasn't punished me.. I feel downright miserable.

8th std, Chemistry, 1st test results day: Tr.Alfonsa, calls my name, and says, Sandhya, 17/17. I'm not in the least amused by her announcement, I'm infact beduffled. I know she's given me marks by mistake, coz I already know my mistakes in that paper. I take my paper silently and walk back. After she has finished distributing all the papers,I go back to her, and tell her in the most pathetic of tones, that she's given me one and a half marks where I don't deserve it. I've made a mistake, she has't noticed it.She smiles at me and says, "It's ok. Keep it". I'm thinking Why!, but I surely can't argue with her, so I go back, a little happy, obviously to the bemusement of many classmates.

Fast forward, 2nd year engineering: The Master Profiler, two others- one of them who is really good, and me. CCD, Ashoka Pillar. Tropical Iceberg, only offered
to me. I wonder if I deserve it, because I sure don't think I do. An interesting discussion, which only the four know, and will remember. Atleast I remember, till date. A promise made, which would soon be broken.(Not explained at length, coz all you need to know here is that a promise was made, which wouldn't be lived upto).

These instances aren't randomly picked. They're chosen very carefully like pieces of art for a personal museum.Wish I could explain better. Sigh.

As the discerning reader might have already guessed, I wasn't(yes, wasn't-in the past tense) the most forgiving person, and the last person I would forgive was myself.

This realisation came about solely because of the best friend, and it was a very striking realisation at that.Ever since I realised that,it was a daily battle to forgive myself for all the mistakes that had happened, be it tiny ones like not taking a book to class,or big ones like not
accepting the fact that others could forgive me.

The Phoenix had been reduced to ashes, only to realize it would be reborn again.. coz yes, a Phoenix never dies, it is simply reborn.. And Phoenix tears heal the most fatal of wounds, and unicorn blood makes you immortal.

4th year engineering: The Master Profiler, The Best Friend and I. Freedom Park. Breezy weather. A discussion. A day when I was offered help to win the
battle, to ensure that the Phoenix rises faster. But some battles have to be fought alone, coz if you don't live through the storm, you'll never find
the afterward calm.So I remained impassive, having only a will to battle the storm, and to see if I make it to the calm!

A whole semester later, the battle was won;
But without the friend, it wouldn't have been done;
Not with the moon, not even the sun;
Coz sometimes all you need, is just that one!

Sounds cryptic to the common eye? Well that's the intention, my friend! *A wicked grin*

As I stand at another crossroad today,
to anyone who asks who I am..

I'm as shallow as a stream,and as deep as an ocean..
As sane as the sage and as mad as the poet,
As calm as the sea, as raged as the storm;
I'm as black as Lucifer, as white as Gabriel..

The question my friend, is not who I am..
The question,is who you think I am.

Hope and despair,
Day and Night,
Silence and Words,
Virtues and Sins,
The Saint and the Sinner;
Death and Life,
Fire and Ice;
Everything becomes me,
Coz I'm everything, and yet I'm nothing,
for what you see in me,
shows me who you are..

But what happens when a Novice Profiler meets a Master Profiler??
The answer, I believe, is nothing short of Magic!!

Whether you believe in Magic-or not, doesn't really matter, because a Phoenix is still a Phoenix, and you-and I, are a notch above that.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

The Many Firsts in the Last Month!

First month of the First Job..One month into the job... and I'm taking every day by the minute, and what follows is a description of everything I've wanted to put here right from June 30th.
an attempt to merge three posts into one..

First things first, Huawei hasn't lived up to expectations. Really.

I was expecting a chilled first week, followed by getting into the groove of working a lot and going home real late and not having enough time for fun. What else could I have expected, with everyone around giving such rave reviews about the work culture?

Who is to be blamed, that I didn't get what I expected? I for one, ain't complaining. Coz I got instead, one week of Induction-which I will admit was quite boring-though essential. Also got about 2 weeks of a mini-project, through which they ensured we learned the process.(Seniors didn't have this I heard) I give a wholehearted approval to the technique they used.. practical as against the much used theoretical sessions.. We did learn quite a bit, and it didn't seem like too much effort was going into learning, coz we were having fun all the while.. a few instances:

The mini-project: The process was fun, and I unfortunately can't quote many things.. IS policy. Below however, are some things that I can share. First, the evaluators (for want of a better word).Some were ever smiling, and some, ever sarcastic- but we liked them all :) At the end of the day, they helped us through, and taught us things, and we're always going to remember them as the first few seniors we met at Huawei, and respect them for what they are. Now the project..All ten of us had books to our own names, some of which were in great demand :P Some meetings didn't happen, some extra long breaks were taken, some reports weren't filled, some rules were broken, and some laughter shared.. We were a good team, and sometimes evaluations went haywire coz of er.. the coordination between the developers and the testers. (Teammates, hear me? :)) We did what was to be done, in our own way, while we still could :P (Obviously, later on, our 'own' ways will not necessarily be allowed :)). That's that. Project team, cheers!

The lunch hours: Amrita and Chaitra take the cake for all the misinterpretations, Niki being at the receiving end of some Chai special commentry (N, I'm not saying more coz of the IS policy :P), some inane conversations-at Srinidhi Sagar and also Room 7- with Niki.
N: Have you had juice here?
S: No.
N: How is it?
S: Really?!!
And this is just one of them..
N always claims that she's lost when such things happen.. Lost. :)

Flashback: Induction. First day- awed by Leela. A few introductions, and a whole lot of paperwork. Followed by my allegiance with Citi. The next few days that followed mainly had presentations, and the evenings were solely spent exploring various traveling options, and at the end of one month, be it about the city layout structure or the road designs or new vehicle designs for that matter, we have discussed it all.

One Merc Benz employee in the bus the other day, told us that we can't be that happy in life once we start working, and we will be tethered to chains of grumpiness and sorrow( ok he didn't say the later part, but u get the point). I was surprised. I still don't know if ppl have this misconception that once you start working, you almost stop living; or if that is actually true. I'll anyway tell you when I figure it out. Ah, I digress..

Anyways, back to what I was supposed to say.. yesterday our PCs were configured, and Shikha, Suma, Rama and I couldn't have been happier. I also did meet my team finally( whatever was left of my team anyway!- most seniors of my team aren't here, hence the statement).

And then there were Pizza hut outings, both on fridays-one a fortnight ago, and one ystr. was fun both times, and I remember yesterday more clearly than the 15days-ago-visit, when road-crossing had us in splits of laughter, and the kid there got an awesome We-will-rock-you themed birthday song from the Pizza Hut employees! What was common in both the visits were good food and company. At the end of the day we concluded, Citi, ICICI and Stan Chatered were all fine banks- they do their job just fine, coz along with the pay cheque came the thought, there are some things money can buy :)

Another month of training seems to be underway, but their training is quite different, and I look forward to it.A day might come when the first line of the blog reads "My job finally meets expectations-I'm almost living at my workplace". But whether this happens in a day, or a week, or a month, or a year or two, only time will tell.

P.S: My take at the timings of the job and all is just my sense of humor. It's like a pinch of salt, and for those of you who need it, I recommend water. Whether a sip, or a whole bottle, or a bucket full, depends on you!

Friday, June 24, 2011

This thing called Engineering..

On one side, there are students who love Math but dislike Biology right from high school-they just can’t get those Respiratory and Digestive systems right in the record, and they’ve decided already that their career will have nothing to do with Biology-well yes, like me. Not one teeny weeny bit.

Then there are the others, who want to know how a Harley Davidson works, or how to construct a Burj Al Arab or an Empire State building-why some might even be inspired by Howard Roark-Fountainhead, yeah! And a few others who want to fly planes, or bring out the next best phone into the market, or some such thing!

So what happens to all these kids?

Engineering happens. What else!

Fast forward to post counseling.

Sep 2007: Students are present at the quadrangle, BIT, and I think it was a Mr. Abhishek Subramanyam who was chief guest that day. An IIT grad, who spoke about his engineering life mainly, which was enough to inspire us all- bigtime!

Telecom students headed to 314-I think, and HOD came up to class, and spoke at length about what telecom was about, and what we could expect from the course, and what was expected of us etc. He then wished us luck and walked out.

Engineering had begun.

Sep 2010: We weren’t the na├»ve freshers anymore. VTU teaches important lessons, right? Oh don’t give that smug expression! We’re better off learning those lessons than not. Agree? Hi-five! Disagree? Well, a matter of perception.

So, ‘twas 3rd year, and the sweatshirt rage had just caught on. All my fellow classmates, I’m sure you remember all too clearly as to how ‘keen’ we were on getting it done :P

Thanks to a few students who took genuine interest, the designs came up, and the selection was made.

Now, we were in the midst of the ocean of engineering, and we understood all too well the importance of BSCs and Antennas for communication.. So, what better than a tower with a transmitting antenna representing the ‘T’? Nothing was better, or so we thought.

A dish antenna for ‘E’.

Sometimes all the efforts you put on one thing gives you 100% results, sometimes you just remember a fraction of what you’ve studied in the exams, and well though it doesn’t technically happen, I’m just gonna take a hypothetical situation where somebody blanks out completely in the exam hall. So that s like, complete output no insertion loss, and the fraction what you remember, well, the coupling ratio, and the blanking out? Yeah-isolation! Why all this, you ask? How else am I supposed to bring in the directional coupler we’ve used in our design? So a vertically placed Directional Coupler made for the ‘L’.

A landline phone receiver became the ‘C’- I suspect this has no particular significance except for the fact that it was a phone and we’re telecom students. Well, if you’re a telecom student and you know the actual origin, insert it here. For all you other-unsuspecting-guys, buy my story. It at least sounds plausible!

Then comes the ‘O’. And you know, being telecom engineers, connecting the world globally is the main aim. So, Globe/ Earth. Right.

Last, but not the least, ‘M’-Obviously, the mobile phone. Telecom students needn’t go beyond that, so the grey cells weren’t used even a little for this one.

That’s the sweatshirt part.

Here’s to the lectures-I have to mention DSP and Prof NCA here!-which taught us a good deal of the course subject, and a great deal more about life in general, to the last minute record work- I confess, we never learnt to do it beforehand!-and the labs, to the bunking and the fests (this is for all those who attended and so had fun, and those who didn’t attend and ‘so’ had fun :P), to the canteen food savoring- I know you’re thinking, really, ‘savor’? Savor, yes, for lack of a better word.. and to the assignment submissions, internals and of course the end sem exams- VTU taught us a great deal about probability with those question papers-like, the probability of you predicting the probability of a question appearing is almost zero. So why bother!-and a zillion other things. Here’s to some of the achievements we’ve had, to some of the regrets of our doings-or not, to the lessons we’ve learnt and memories we’ve shared.. Cheers.

June 2011: The final semester has ended, and we look back with a mixture of emotions-some good, some bad and some downright inexplicable. Standing at the crossroads of life today, we see where we stood four years ago, a crossroad all too similar, yet so different.. Crossroads are going to be found at frequent bends on the road henceforth, and every crossroad is an unknown path, an adventure perhaps, or the road to hell, but only time will tell!

But be forewarned, there is only one road to heaven, and nine to hell!

Stay Connected \m/


Telecom, BIT(submitted for review for Britannica- if that's what it's still called)

Saturday, April 30, 2011

C'est la vie.

So there was drought. On my blog, of course. 8th semester was a beginning of the ending, and we welcomed it with open arms. I did, at least. And here I am, not feeling all that emotional about leaving college. So whats the big deal, you ask? Well then, you obviously don't know me.

I'm the girl who loved high school so much that when it came to an end, I was miserable. The same girl who absolutely hated that I wouldn't have DVN sir teaching me any longer, though I only attended his tuitions in 10th. The very same girl who, after 2 years at BASE, found it very difficult to face the cold reality that all those dear friends with whom I'd had an awesome time wouldn't study in the same college as me. And I didn't stop to think for a minute that I'd be any different at the end of 4 years.

Obviously, there has to be irony. There is no story if there is no irony. Ironic, that!

So as the discerning reader has already guessed, I'm not feeling wrecked that engineering has ended. Taking up engineering is like applying a complex Bessel function on a real term called Yourself. The result, quite evidently is a complex quantity. ( All math geniuses reading this, pardon the pun).

Now to talk about what I expected from engineering, and what actually happened.

I loved math and chem in pu. Math continues to appeal to me to this day. Chemistry, however, is a different story. Engg chemistry sucked bigtime. Even to a Chem enthusiast like me. I don't know why they spoil the subject by including only garbage in the syllabus, but it seems like they're intent on making everyone hate chem. They succeed, of course. Next, let's talk about our course. Telecom engg, right. We've learnt so many things which we won't ever use in life, and the course doesn't test our analytical abilities to the extent it needs to be tested. I don't like our approach to the subjects-both classroom, and the texts-talking about some of the prescribed texts makes me want to choke, exceptions being Forouzan and William Stallings-and that makes me want to study more, at some place where true knowledge can be found, where tests aren't designed to check your mugging abilities, where you would need a teeny weeny portion of your brain to get through.

Talk about failing expectations.

But then, I didn't expect that this course would make me realize that there won't be a guide all the time behind your back, to guide you to the best of anything-be it course books, or a picnic spot, or a decision which will shape your life-and that sometimes, you have to look for yourself, you have to decide for yourself whom and what to follow, you have to decide which of the two roads to take-at the diverging point at the woods-you know, I didn't expect to learn that life has so much more to it than academics, I didn't expect to discover that I had the amazing ability to see people in their truest sense, to know what things are no matter how it looks on the outside, to understand situations like I'd never understood them in pu, and most important of all, to learn the art of trusting the right people.

Learnt something during 4 years, haven't I?!

All said and done, two factors from what I mentioned above stick out, coz they've influenced every single decision I've made in these four years, they've made me adhere to-and discard some-hard held principles which is gonna stick with me for a very long time from now.

One: Seniors. Some, whom I've gotten to know well enough to be friends with, some, who I'm acquainted with, and some who don't even know I exist-these are seniors whose blogs I follow.
Those days when I came home with frustration and despair, those blogs showed me that those awesome seniors too had had their share of blue days in engineering, and that it's a part of the ride. Those days when bored, reading a post which said 'Damn life is boring at the moment' was enough to make me feel I wasn't alone. Those very blogs, where they've described their lives-some dull days where they only had things to rant about-and some sunny days where life was major fun-inspired me to start a blog, which is the only reason I started blogging. When I found hope, or inspiration in a post, I hoped that one day, somebody would find inspiration reading my blog.

If mortals stop believing in the Gods, they would cease to exist. So, here's to all those seniors who are immortalized in my view, whose intelligence I deeply respect, whose principles I make mine without the slightest of hesitation, whose actions I emulate, whom I try to mold myself into, hour after hour, day after day, week after week. So I choose to pay my respects to all those seniors, who have been the reason for everything that I am today.

Two: Friends. I've met some really great people, and had a ball of a time with them. To all those trustworthy, fun-loving souls, cheers!

When I started this post, I had no idea that when I blatantly list all the negatives, I would be plagued by a mind which would constantly throw the positives into view. So what was supposed to be a rant on how engg didn't make me use my brain, ended up to be a rather pleasant post, what with the paying of respect to seniors which was long overdue, and other things which were mentioned.

Ironic, eh? Told ya, where there's irony, there's a story!