14th feb 2010—GATE 2010

Happy valentine’s day !

Today was the judgment day for most of the engineers who ever dreamed to go for masters. Its GATE 2010.
Mine centre of examination was Jawaharlal Nehru School, Habibganj; just 1.5 kms away from my room. I preferred to go walking. Last night I got indulged in game playing, as a result of which I got to bed 4 hours late; and derivative, I woke up at 8 in the morning. And the exam was to be started from 9:30, it may sound plenty of time at a flash, but I need to get bath, worship a bit, and at last go for a 30 mins walk.
So it started the same way, I got ready by 8:30 and went on walking towards my exam center. I reached there in time, and got myself in the class. It was Room no-10, in the ground floor of the school premises. It was a normal class room, the window was very unclear, and somehow, the sun raise entered the class room, the paint in the walls were trying to jump out of the wall. The wooden benches were not comfortable to sit. But in all those situation, the feeling of being in a school got evolved from my inside, which cleared all this allegations from my mind.
Elizabet Mam, (I know this name, because the peon once called her.) who was one of the invigilator, looked a very nice and gentle lady, she wore a kanjiwaram saari, with a dusty color sweeter, with a black shawl over it. She reminded me about most of the school day mams. That seriousness in voice and the control over the gesture is phenomenal and only evident in these teachers. She went through all the instructions one by one, from 1st line to the last. I noticed every move of her, the urge to get every thing done right, was very visible in her every act.
The participants- yes, I found most of the students that were in the exam hall were only to sit and waste the three hours of there life. The guy sitting in the next seat to me looked like a genuine idiot. There were three girls in total in my class, one in light green top, one in pink and one in dark magenta kurta. Rest of the class room remained numb for the next 3 hours. I counted on each minute in my clock (which got stopped in the second hour of exam).
In all this beautiful caricature of environment, I was giving my GATE attempt, which took just three hours, nearly 35 questions out of 65, 68 marks attempt out of 100. As soon as the clock strike 12:30, the ORS sheet was taken away and so was my courageous fight with the paper.

At the end I must say, I am very happy with the way, the exam shaped for me, no matter what result comes, I am very satisfied and trilled with my attempts.

And I cant enjoy the success, if I don’t taste the failure.

“I have to risk it…………..it get the biscuit”

My experience with TCS

20 jan 2010, at TIT, Bhopal
Like every BE student I too carry a dream to get associated with a brand company and build a career. Being a IT engineer, one of the Indian IT brands to which I loved to get joined was TCS. Like me there were more then 500 plus IT students along with students from other branches. Even it was a close campus for us, but all the aggregated 8 colleges were made to unite at UIT, for a combined campus.
In the crowd of more then 1000 hungry solider, I was weaponless, and walked myself in the war for the crown of slavery.
I can guarantee, people who will get selected will be either those who are focused to there preparation, or who are in regular practice for performance or the only who are lucky enough to select every answer correctly. I was not in the first two categories, so my future in TCS relies only to my luck.
The written exam was on 22nd and I saw, every one was indulged in reading comprehensions, doings logical reasoning, mugging previous answers from Barron’s and vocabulary. And I was just wasting my time, only because I was unsure of what I was doing there. Few days ago when the news of TCS campus spread like virus, the first question arose in my mind was whether I should be in there or not. Doing job is not in the list of my priority in life, earning only money is not the thing I wish to have. Even if no one aggress with me, but the fact remains the same that our generation people are money oriented other then anything else. And that’s where I want to shift my mind from.
TCS is a dream job for every engineer, but I want to give something back to the society, in place of earning money for my welfare and livelihood.
This all thoughts were creeping in my mind for long time, as a result of which I never thought to take TCS for serious in any sense. I only went through few question papers of last year and kept myself optimistic, that my simple studies of 2 nights and 2 days, will serve me with a 3.15 lacks package in TCS.
But only being optimistic to be lucky, did not help me in any way… I am a consistent scorer in my academics, and more importantly there was no one near to my academicals, but it doesn’t make me fit to enter in TCS. And that’s where everyone else was superior to me, they went to coaching for campus, for CAT, and they have a good hand over vocabulary and reasoning, and I was just not like them. The scores I secured in 3 years of engineering till date was in vein.
My scores can be superlative only if I could have faced the HR in either technical or PI. But I was kicked out in written. I was not sad; I was not in grief, when I was rejected from the top most IT industry in INIDA. I was just feeling pity for, myself, that I not capable to present myself to the person, who could have checked me. I was just not good enough to clear simple exam.
The moral of my experience with TCS(which ended very quickly !) is that numbers in academics are only valuable, if u are able to get a chance to show that.
And this present day campus, they need a clear evidence that u are good enough to face them… so at any cost, I lost this battle…and at any cost I will win the rest.


aniruddhya

Victims are not only those who die!

Quite obvious thing is this, when so ever someone die,. We say – “God bless his soul.” When someone of our friends –family dies, we cry. It’s a fact because some one who is with us is leaving us. This is 2008, India is very troubled from all side due to the terrorist attacks and all that bull shit. Is the person who dies is the only one to suffer, the answer is a bug no. but just give it a thought if some one of your lovely life gets expired in those attack, then?
We, the common people always try to be far away from these things, we are so busy with our life that we don’t keep time to think about this problem, this article is not about terrorism, neither about the person who died, not about the blood. I want to remind the thing that, we are fortunate, very fortunate.
It was early October’08, I was heading towards my room, but I thought to drop my friend, Poonam to her room first. We both were sharing our ideas about career, life, future, flowers, smiling faces and all those beautiful things. We preferred to walk through the pavement instead of taking an auto. I was smiling all around, unaware of the things happening in the other side of my nation.
My room mate gave me a call – “Bhai! Call your brother; I heard that terrorist attacked Delhi, this evening.”(My big bro was working in a private company in Delhi.)in the mid way to Poonam’s room. I stopped, moved not a bit. My body temperature felled many degrees, my hands became cold. My heart beat started to beat at a speed of 100 miles/ minute. I don’t know how to explain those 10 to 20 seconds.
I tried to call my brother in Delhi, trying to call, in the center of the road, I’m calling and he was not picking up the phone, calling again and no replies coming from him Poonam also felt very shocked, but didn’t say anything. (And possibly, how can you react to that situation is a hectic work, but she stood beside me.) After 2 minutes, my brother called back, and the first thing I asked was – “are you fine”
My eyes got wet and I thought to cry at that instance, I felt to fly to Delhi and hug him. It was first time in my entire life that loved to hear him. I got relaxed in few minutes. Poonam was also cool now; she said I prayed fro you and your brother for the entire time. Then I again started to walk to Poonam’s room. It was the horrifying thing I faced ever. That day I felt that its not the person who dies gets the pain,. But its all those who are associated to him also suffer the pain.
I want every one to think if you are a 70 plus old guy, who just lost his son, or a pregnant mom just lost his husband, or a father looking at the dead body of his 6 year son studying in school, or a millionaire who lost his family, or a young couple who got separated for ever and ever. I can make you thing a hundreds of such horrifying conditions, but that’s not the point. The point is that what have we done fro those who lost their sons, their husbands, their girls and who so ever. Do they deserve the pain what the felt. I can delete the felling of pain of that day. My brother was alright and enjoying the party, and cried for his well being.
I ask do we do something for those who actually lost something of their own, answer it to your self………

Aniruddhya Baidya

The Simplest Ornament

The old tradition states that- “The simplest thing is the toughest to work out.” Need less to say that it is a truth. When I look around myself, I see bunches of people wearing well designed cloths, living in million dollar mansion and expensive gadgets etc. etc.
Do we ever ask our self the real value these things possess in life; according to me this thing has no value of existence if it can’t serve others. But there is something bestowed to all of us which is free of cost and serves as the priceless tag of prosperity. It’s not our money, neither power but a simple SMILE. The simplicity of a smile is worth millions. When we walk around here and there, sometimes when I see a baby playing, or laughing in innocence I feel-why we don’t?
Yes! That little smile form a baby makes me halt at that place for few minutes. In those few second I feel delighted for that sweet baby. The innocence what children tell is the precious simplest ornament of life. I capture all possible memories of these kinds of incidents.
There is a estimated fact that if a person has a life of 60 years, then out of those 1/3 is spent on sleeping, i.e. 20 years. Then 15-20 years for getting a matured guy, rest few years for family. Then what time do you thing you have given to yourself. That’s a tough question. The answer is that we live without that simple ornament.
There is another believe that says –“a man is as old as he things.” If you are 20 or 30 or 40 or above, don’t tie yourself to the daily routine and become a machine. Take time out to enjoy the simplest ornament, make jokes on yourself, feel the pleasure when you see some one smile, smell flowers, eat more chocolates, and do whatsoever it takes for you to have a beautiful smile on your face.
Smile is of no cost and it spreads the joy in a speed more then a jet plane, and effects more then a nuclear attack. It makes you join more people to your life. That’s the SMILE. So smile often, always look after the reasons to smile………………….



Aniruddhya Baidya

die like a dog !!!!

One noon, I went to visit my friend’s den, 5 kms away from mine. It was monsoon, and the climate was magical. Like every time, this time too I carried a small bag with me to earn some memories for myself. What I saw in the middle of the lane was the dead body of a young street dog. The bones were already out of the flesh, the eyes popped out of the face, the blood turned the color of road into red, and the smell of death was dissolved in air, and no one cared about it. Most probably by 24 hours from that time, any sweeper must have thrown the body to the nearest drain, or the birds and other carnivorous will finish each muscles and bones of his body.
This is a fact, but what was the fault of the dog. It was a dog, it could have been a man or a lady. For a man or a lady, for sure some one would have picked him up from the road, or rushed to the hospital for recovery, but if you are dead on the spot, the story will not be a much different from the dog. Some stranger will get you to nearest health center, or nearest graveyard. Your family will find out the incident in few hours or days, tears and sadness will revel and in few days every one will start there normal routine. They will hardly have any time to cry for you. If I compare both the case, the time a man is remembered is relatively more then a dog, but the ultimate fate is the same. Even after we lost the great entrepreneur Mr. Dhirubhai no one in his organization ever stopped working, the money was still coming, the efforts were on, and it was a matter of time, a living legend turned as an unforgettable past. That was Mr. Ambani, if without his presence, no one was stopped, then what about the normal man ?
Anyone is least bothered about them, and why one should? Doesn’t it sound obstructive that when we face a sudden loss, our time of grief, sorrow and recovery, all are too short. Of course, some of us, do not easily adjust with the situation, but the time make them do it. But still time does it!

I saw myself die

We all have at least one dream that we say and never want to get it happen in real life, this time it was mine. It was early spring of 2007; I was in my home after 2 months or so. When I’m in home I only have few thing to do, eat, T.V., sleeping. That noon was a lazy one for me as always.
At 12:00 pm I watched Rakesh Om Prakash Mehra’s “RANG DE BASANTI.” It is a beautiful movie. On that day only there was a terrorist attack in north India. I had also watched Angelina Jolie’s “A MIGHTY HEART “few days earlier. My mind made a mix vegetable of all the elements from this event and served me that noon.
Rang De Basanti ended at 3 and I went on sleep, I remember the dream crystal clear. I was working as a journalist (as Jolie in A Mighty Heart); with my friends I went to Afghanistan to make a report. There, the condition was too serious; all terrorists were active at that time. I was accompanied by my partner.
We took permission from the Afghanistan government and went on to the action site. We were trespassing the enemy’s border, when some terrorist came to us, and caught hold of us, pressed us to the jeep, holed our collars, took our camera and started shooting the bloody thing. They made us lay down on the ground and started to kick our ass. Rather one of their partner asked to take us to their center, but he other said to shoot us on the site.
Then that guy took out the machine gun hanging on his shoulder and got a grip on the trigger. Started to fire on us, and I got awake, made a creeping sound. Watched me body, me hands, they were as cold as ice. It took me more then half a minute to get to a normal temperature. I was so afraid of that I didn’t slept that very night.
I can still remember that thing clearly, when the bullets got injected in our body, I felt the warmth and fire in it. Rather it was so horrifying, that I felt not to die ever. And I too salute those who die for us, so that we can continue to live our life………………





Aniruddhya Baidya

road side beauty

Road Side Beauty


This was an incident of winter’2007; I was coming back to Bhopal by 6 am bus. It was very cold actually and a stiff environment. It was in Itarsi, I was enjoying my tea with a book in hand. Even though it was 9 at morning, but it was too cold. I was wearing a denim jacket and a muffler. So, one can imagine the pinch of cold evil wind around that time.
Then suddenly I watched through the window, which was very striking; a lady of around 40 approx sitting with her girl (hardly 20) on the dirty pavement along side the rode. The most striking thing was their face; for sure the girl was neither looking as miss universe or something. But one will sure want to see that kind of face in a big screen. Yes! She was indeed a symbol of beauty. Not Cleopatra or Elizabeth, but someone whom you cant deny. But there was a evil fact about that girl, her cloths were dirty and torn, one could see her naked body from outside, hands were covered with mud and dirt, as if she washed herself a decade ago. She looked poor then an beggar, or she was a beggar, I can’t tell. The irony of the condition is that we, the normal people are afraid of getting on to that condition, resulting in our ignorance about their pain.
As soon as I saw that road side beauty, I felt pity on her, then on myself. I realized that its just the matter of fact that you and me are not facing the conditions prevailed to her. We are not been betrayed like her. Fellow beings like her and others often get indulged in crime and wrong thing. Don’t you think we, how often ignore them and act like a moron, are serving them with a reason to fall in the pit of trouble. There are NGO; govt. agencies etc. who are striving to help those road side peoples. There are indeed many funds rose every year to serve those, but do you think those raised funds ever reach the victims, the obvious answer is NO! And we never stop enjoying our part of life.
It’s my prime and simple urge to every individual to make them feel that they are special, special to you, to me and to the world. I have and always will have beautiful face hidden somewhere in my heart and soul. Hope that everyone will face such a beautiful reality, one day........