Once upon a time, there was a concept born called 'Social Networking'. It was pioneered in India by a website called ORKUT. Obviously the 1st users were engg. college guys (due to the free internet).
It became a rage and terms like "scrap" became household words. I remember myself involved in many scrap races :P .I have sent at least 1000 friend requests to unknown people myself. The site actually banned me for sometime to do the same.
Meanwhile, our inst. and many others around India banned ORKUT and with the advent of FACEBOOK its popularity started reducing. Actually it didnt improve on itself and became stagnant. FB has innovated regularly and kept users busy with newer absurdities.
So the decline is complete, users have switched on, people havnt accessed their accounts since eternity and it has reached its NADIR(can go lower).
Pay your last respects and obituary to one of our most beloved websites, for which, once we used to make lines to access our accounts.
BYE BYE ORKUT... memories with you were really sweet...
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
miss ma soccer team...
Monsoon has arrived, it pours almost everyday, so much so that it once took me more than 2 hours to reach Lanka from Cantt, due to the most terrible traffic jam I witnessed in ma lifetime. The weather largely remains terrific, hardly any sun and all. It is that season of the year which I cherish the most. Basically, its wonderful. However, am not able to enjoy this lovely weather, a less tensed life (have cleared fluid exam) etc.
What can be a plausible reason for this? Oh! I remember now. Am missing them, ma footballer pals.
It has been some time now that we witnessed Kharga bullying some striker with his uninhibited run down the ground, seemingly without any purpose, achieving much though (strikers themselves left the ball :p) or for that matter, baba strategizing for combat having almost always lesser army, bonds continuous lectures on how to kick the ball above the goal post, :p
bhaiyas allround skills (total footballer :p) and never conceding a goal, robos headers even when the ball is below the legs, bachus long n shining legs (lambi tange jo kahi bhi ghush jaye) , sirs doing nothings, harshas impact over the side he played for and more on the other side, kaushals outreach with the throw-ins, skss continuos apologies without any reason whatsoever, khitijs covering of the ground and dedication to the team cause, amit himanshu manish blah blah blah...
Of course i was there too, skipping ma G.S. coaching to play ma beloved sport, however without much passion. Most of the time I was trying to avoid physical contact/injury and in the process, diminishing ma output to 50 percent
Things are different now. After the accident am anyway too scared to play and that too with the likes of harman and all. So, I chill out in the evenings, thinking, JAANE KAHA GAYE WO DIN...
What can be a plausible reason for this? Oh! I remember now. Am missing them, ma footballer pals.
It has been some time now that we witnessed Kharga bullying some striker with his uninhibited run down the ground, seemingly without any purpose, achieving much though (strikers themselves left the ball :p) or for that matter, baba strategizing for combat having almost always lesser army, bonds continuous lectures on how to kick the ball above the goal post, :p
bhaiyas allround skills (total footballer :p) and never conceding a goal, robos headers even when the ball is below the legs, bachus long n shining legs (lambi tange jo kahi bhi ghush jaye) , sirs doing nothings, harshas impact over the side he played for and more on the other side, kaushals outreach with the throw-ins, skss continuos apologies without any reason whatsoever, khitijs covering of the ground and dedication to the team cause, amit himanshu manish blah blah blah...
Of course i was there too, skipping ma G.S. coaching to play ma beloved sport, however without much passion. Most of the time I was trying to avoid physical contact/injury and in the process, diminishing ma output to 50 percent
Things are different now. After the accident am anyway too scared to play and that too with the likes of harman and all. So, I chill out in the evenings, thinking, JAANE KAHA GAYE WO DIN...
Sunday, July 11, 2010
accident ho gaya... rabba rabba...
One fine morning, we, i.e. me and vivek were coming back from dlw. We also had a tarbooj between us on my activa. BANG...
Suddenly I found myself at health centre of BHU with lots of people around and blood coming out of mouth. Had no idea, kaise, kab, kaha, kyu? Had some pain in the legs and arms too, n blood stains on pant. After preliminary treatment there, was sent to sunderlal, presumably the best hospital in poorvanchal... Had many injections, X-RAYS and a C.T.SCAN tooo (its a terrible machine to go inside, not painful though). Finally, was told to come back the next day for more jaanch.
Next day a doctor saw the reports and claimed that there arent any major problems and all was fine. However ma heart knew from inside that i have landed in big big trouble since the past night had been a preety painful one. After some more chores at sunderlal, i had made up my mind to go to patna as i dont believe in varanasi health care anyway.
So arranged ticket to patna with pawan accompanying me. After one day of searching for appropriate doctor, we (ma family) found out that its a specialized dental surgey called maxillofacial surgery which will cure me. So geared up for it.
It was surely the most painful (physically) 1 hour in ma life. A Titanium plate was inserted in ma mouth and one tooth was removed. Was staying on liquid diet already for 3 days and had to remain on that only for some more days. After spending 40000 bucks and enduring considerable amount of pain yours truly was back to shape and mouth is getting back to normal again. Thanks for all the care shown and prayers by everyone around. It has been a truly humble experience and has shown me the meaning of life...
Suddenly I found myself at health centre of BHU with lots of people around and blood coming out of mouth. Had no idea, kaise, kab, kaha, kyu? Had some pain in the legs and arms too, n blood stains on pant. After preliminary treatment there, was sent to sunderlal, presumably the best hospital in poorvanchal... Had many injections, X-RAYS and a C.T.SCAN tooo (its a terrible machine to go inside, not painful though). Finally, was told to come back the next day for more jaanch.
Next day a doctor saw the reports and claimed that there arent any major problems and all was fine. However ma heart knew from inside that i have landed in big big trouble since the past night had been a preety painful one. After some more chores at sunderlal, i had made up my mind to go to patna as i dont believe in varanasi health care anyway.
So arranged ticket to patna with pawan accompanying me. After one day of searching for appropriate doctor, we (ma family) found out that its a specialized dental surgey called maxillofacial surgery which will cure me. So geared up for it.
It was surely the most painful (physically) 1 hour in ma life. A Titanium plate was inserted in ma mouth and one tooth was removed. Was staying on liquid diet already for 3 days and had to remain on that only for some more days. After spending 40000 bucks and enduring considerable amount of pain yours truly was back to shape and mouth is getting back to normal again. Thanks for all the care shown and prayers by everyone around. It has been a truly humble experience and has shown me the meaning of life...
Saturday, May 29, 2010
GENERAL DABBA...
I wonder, how many of u, the esteemed readers of this blog, have enjoyed a journey in the general bogey of INDIAN RAILWAYS. Believe me, it will become one hell of a memory if u try it once.
For once, the accent being spoken will be such that u will stop believing that u r in ur native place. I for once kept on guessing about the people around, their language confused me about their region totally. Skirmishes take place over such trivial issues like seat capturing which soon turn into Big Fight (not NDTV, but real ones with dhisoom-bhissom-dek lenge-!@$$%%), n ya the argument between vendors n passengers r hilarious. Sample this- 5 rs me 2, nahi 5 me 4 do, hum tumko 5 me pura tokri kheera/kakdi khila dega, khana padega lekin!!!
The odour coming around from all quarters can fail any garbage can. Seats used to be wooden but by GODS grace, some IES officer understood the pain in ass they give n now most of them r foamed. Cant think that some neta would have thought about the woden seats problem.
Also u can check brand new cellphones (china made) of all varieties whose sound quality and shrill can ashame any village band.
N the last but the best, toilets-the toilets of INDIAN RAIL are anyway well known but in the general bogey, MASAALAAH!!! I dont think any need to explain...
Guys believe me, any of u, who has not yet experienced this, plz go ahead n do it...
AAL THE BEST!!! :)
For once, the accent being spoken will be such that u will stop believing that u r in ur native place. I for once kept on guessing about the people around, their language confused me about their region totally. Skirmishes take place over such trivial issues like seat capturing which soon turn into Big Fight (not NDTV, but real ones with dhisoom-bhissom-dek lenge-!@$$%%), n ya the argument between vendors n passengers r hilarious. Sample this- 5 rs me 2, nahi 5 me 4 do, hum tumko 5 me pura tokri kheera/kakdi khila dega, khana padega lekin!!!
The odour coming around from all quarters can fail any garbage can. Seats used to be wooden but by GODS grace, some IES officer understood the pain in ass they give n now most of them r foamed. Cant think that some neta would have thought about the woden seats problem.
Also u can check brand new cellphones (china made) of all varieties whose sound quality and shrill can ashame any village band.
N the last but the best, toilets-the toilets of INDIAN RAIL are anyway well known but in the general bogey, MASAALAAH!!! I dont think any need to explain...
Guys believe me, any of u, who has not yet experienced this, plz go ahead n do it...
AAL THE BEST!!! :)
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Found job guys... what next?
OK. So all my friends have found good jobs more or less. They will work in their respective organisations for a few years and then switch to some other place at a higher package. And after a brief stint there another salary hike and another new company. The cycle will go on and on.
Of course there are exceptions. Like,taking a Management course or becoming a high profile hot shot government officer.
All these options are good and very well paying. They will certainly provide job satisfaction, lots of money, fame, respect and what else.
However, after a while, lets say 10 years, I assume, there is definitely gonna be a question, from within. Am I truly satisfied with ma work? Am I utilising my full potential? What have I given back to the society? And the last, where am I heading to?
I suggest 2 posible obvious answers to these.
1st one. Become an ENTERPRENEUR. Start your own organisation. Become a job-giver. This way you are gonna get lots of blessings too. Dont be profit driven in your organisation. Emphasise more on betterment of community and nation. Start working on ideas today onwards itself.
2nd one. Start working on comunity development. Join some genuine NGO and do some real work for poverty upliftment etc.
This will be the real job satisfaction, I guess.
Of course there are exceptions. Like,taking a Management course or becoming a high profile hot shot government officer.
All these options are good and very well paying. They will certainly provide job satisfaction, lots of money, fame, respect and what else.
However, after a while, lets say 10 years, I assume, there is definitely gonna be a question, from within. Am I truly satisfied with ma work? Am I utilising my full potential? What have I given back to the society? And the last, where am I heading to?
I suggest 2 posible obvious answers to these.
1st one. Become an ENTERPRENEUR. Start your own organisation. Become a job-giver. This way you are gonna get lots of blessings too. Dont be profit driven in your organisation. Emphasise more on betterment of community and nation. Start working on ideas today onwards itself.
2nd one. Start working on comunity development. Join some genuine NGO and do some real work for poverty upliftment etc.
This will be the real job satisfaction, I guess.
Today was special. April 17th, 2010 taught me the true essence of friendship.
After taking the HMT test, I, kind of retired for the day. However, fate had other ideas. Phone rang and one of my best buddies Prabhakar was on the line. He had been particularly angry on me for a couple of months and we hadnt talked much these days, so it was a nice surprise to recieve his call. However, the surprise turned to horror once i came to know that he wished to meet me at mughalsarai station at 3 in the afternoon!!!
I obviously rejeceted the idea. It was absolutely impossible to travel 40 km in this LOO and 45 degree temperature. Plus I had only 1 hour to reach there. From past experience i know that 1.5 hours are required (at least) to reach mgs station. Nonetheless, his endless gaalis n emotional blackmailing prevailed and I had to go. So, I alongwith my friend began our crusade to Mgs. We took the peepa bridge route n at one time reached a top speed of 70. Amazing. I had never touched 70 in my life before. See, what friends can do to you. By GOD's grace, I managed to reach mgs just before the train was to leave. However, my copassenger couldnt meet him as i had strictly instructed her to enter the station only after buying the plateform tickets. (Its Mgs afterall, the worst stn, with the worst TTs, in India). So, after running at 20 kmph I finally reached at pltfrm no. 4, and here he was, my gr8 :p friend, returning to mumbai. So glad we were, exchanged some good amount of gaalis, he noticed that she ws not there. I informed that
she had been assigned to buy pt. tickets. The meeting lasted only 5 minutes and his train started. She was not there yet. So, I bid him goodbye and moved back towards the stairs. Just infront, saw the most scary scene of my life. A man was getting dragged alongwith the train in the general bogey and how he escaped death or injury is truly a miracle.
We returned back to BHU with the Sun in its full bloom just above our eyes. It was really painful. So much for a 5 minute meeting. Maybe people wont consider me that bad now...
After taking the HMT test, I, kind of retired for the day. However, fate had other ideas. Phone rang and one of my best buddies Prabhakar was on the line. He had been particularly angry on me for a couple of months and we hadnt talked much these days, so it was a nice surprise to recieve his call. However, the surprise turned to horror once i came to know that he wished to meet me at mughalsarai station at 3 in the afternoon!!!
I obviously rejeceted the idea. It was absolutely impossible to travel 40 km in this LOO and 45 degree temperature. Plus I had only 1 hour to reach there. From past experience i know that 1.5 hours are required (at least) to reach mgs station. Nonetheless, his endless gaalis n emotional blackmailing prevailed and I had to go. So, I alongwith my friend began our crusade to Mgs. We took the peepa bridge route n at one time reached a top speed of 70. Amazing. I had never touched 70 in my life before. See, what friends can do to you. By GOD's grace, I managed to reach mgs just before the train was to leave. However, my copassenger couldnt meet him as i had strictly instructed her to enter the station only after buying the plateform tickets. (Its Mgs afterall, the worst stn, with the worst TTs, in India). So, after running at 20 kmph I finally reached at pltfrm no. 4, and here he was, my gr8 :p friend, returning to mumbai. So glad we were, exchanged some good amount of gaalis, he noticed that she ws not there. I informed that
she had been assigned to buy pt. tickets. The meeting lasted only 5 minutes and his train started. She was not there yet. So, I bid him goodbye and moved back towards the stairs. Just infront, saw the most scary scene of my life. A man was getting dragged alongwith the train in the general bogey and how he escaped death or injury is truly a miracle.
We returned back to BHU with the Sun in its full bloom just above our eyes. It was really painful. So much for a 5 minute meeting. Maybe people wont consider me that bad now...
Saturday, April 3, 2010
"Astrology : Science or Myth ?"
1st of all, how come an engineering student even remotely believe in an area as controversial as astrology? Isnt it nonsensical? Well, the solution to the query lies in the mishaps in the life of the blogger and how they changed his thought process, mindset and how astrology helped him in coming out of that particular bad phase in life.
It is not being claimed here that Astro is an exact science like physics or botany, nonetheless it too has its roots in ancient Indian scriptures including VEDAS which were formulated by damn intelligent people. Indian astrology is more like an integral part of the lives of the people of this country over thousands of years. Can you imagine any marriage or other important ritual taking place without finding out the auspiscious Muhurta? Ours is a country of believers and we inherently believe in Karma and other such divinely things. I can definitely say, from experience, that gem stones do help in rectifying problems.
I am not claiming that since they can provide some help during crises so we should be completely dependent on them. Rather, do your duty sincerely, and if you wish for some divine help and good luck, try them. They can cause some good. But dont become dependent on them. That may prove harmful.
It is not being claimed here that Astro is an exact science like physics or botany, nonetheless it too has its roots in ancient Indian scriptures including VEDAS which were formulated by damn intelligent people. Indian astrology is more like an integral part of the lives of the people of this country over thousands of years. Can you imagine any marriage or other important ritual taking place without finding out the auspiscious Muhurta? Ours is a country of believers and we inherently believe in Karma and other such divinely things. I can definitely say, from experience, that gem stones do help in rectifying problems.
I am not claiming that since they can provide some help during crises so we should be completely dependent on them. Rather, do your duty sincerely, and if you wish for some divine help and good luck, try them. They can cause some good. But dont become dependent on them. That may prove harmful.
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