Long time no c

Ahh!! I vividly remember last time I wrote a blog, it was in my last year of engineering during diwali, out of sheer desperation to continue my ramblings into my process of thoughts however weird they may have seemed. And then it stopped. Thinking back about it, I really don't know why. Probably it was the work pressure, which as far I remember, I never took seriously. Or was it because I suddenly lost inspiration?? But then, I always kept making mental notes to write about this topic and that topic. Oh, yes, it was because laziness had crept into me, diverting my will towards other forces.

But now suddenly, the dam has been breached. The laziness seems to have vanished, as I look at my fingers move seamlessly, penning my thoughts. So many things have changed since then. The more I think about it, more surreal it seems. Well as a matter of fact, I still have that beautify smile all the time (:P) (not that this is a display of vanity which is as bad as it gets), I still forget things and make a outcry about it and I still love people. But then I have developed this professionalism added with a piquant taste, that all is not what it seems and that people approach it with the same attitude. This has made me more silent than ever, even though I still may harass people with my random babblings. It's as if I have lost my innocent voice. But then who knows??

Coming to US, has exposed me to so different a culture. Before I landed here, I had formed a vivid imagination of this country corroborated by the movies that I saw. But then Hollywood is an abode far far away and nothing is what it seems, even when an outward glean may seem it to be. Well, people here are courteous, they respect fellow humans with responses like "Hi honey, how r u", "I'm so sorry" and "Have a good one" just about for anything and everything. At the same time, they are way courteous, a 'no' wouldn't be direct but toned down with 'you were bla bla bla, however' or 'your performance was excellent but' and so on with a show of affection all the time. Spending time with all these people has added a new accent to my default version, which frankly speaking was difficult to come by but makes me look part of the culture. Here, power hungry cars rule the streets spiced with shinning silver rims, while veelas rule the pavements portraying that deep smile. Ok. Too many details are not very good, so fast forwarding to current set of events, we have musikfest coming up this week. So, more details will come on that too.

Ahh!! Back to blogging feels so good. My English may have detoriated but with consistent and tenacious adamant zeal with this blog, things look prospective.

Invoking the Goddess

The festive season, ’Diwali’ has arrived with much fanfare, and to the delight of both the consumers and producers, costumers on this auspicious occasion business is in full swing. Same is true for the firecrackers company both with Indian cricket adding to the initiative and imported Chinese ‘atishbaji’.

Candles are lit (if not lighting), in every nook and corner of house so that at no place is there darkness for the goddess ‘LaxmiDevi’ to enter. But what about the ambience outside?? With gamut of noxious smells detonating from these crackers and the barrage over this ambience, will the goddess arrive in our homes?? What will Lord Ram traverse from heavens to fill the hearts of blessed souls in this deleterious environment??

Tour de Janjira :PART II

With reiterated requests from my friends i've decided to prune the delineation of further part of the journey.....

............On relishing and fiddling with the cold water of the budding streams we decided to move on.But the journey next at hand proved a little serene, for me getting the much desired sleep was the need of the hour,which too proved truncated with vocal cords again began reverberating even as the rains lashed the on the windscreens with brutle force.By the time,realising anvesh's deadstone sleep i choose to click away anvesh in his sleep.Had it not been for doltish Dheeraj , andy snaps would have been masala maal on my blog.All along this part villages could been seen scattered with lush green rice fields.

After much tantalizing journey and spasmodic fits of slumber, Birla temple had arrived.Even as the cool white marble ingrained vitality,the temple being closed was disheartning for some.After loitering in the premises of the temple and imbibing loads of water,we aimed for Janjira.

While homing in towards the fort,the first glimse of the golden shimmering sand was caught,exclamations being uttered all around even as a strapping Janjira fort could bee seen after some travel along the meandering path.But once we reached there,boat needed to traverse the path towards the fort was available only after an hour and already it was 1 am with everyones' tummies giving hues and cries with most of my friends except ,i think,those yearning to get a close glimpse of the fort and journey through water, were more agog to enjoy the beach calling the fort just as heap of stones.I was of the notion ,that after coming such a long distance, why not visit the fort when still the beach could be enjoyed in the later part of the day for which i was unerring.Finally it was decided to have lunch,segregrate into groups wishing to go to the fort or ot the beach.

With surmai being served alongwith veg varities, and people around me chiding me for prattling about sundry acquatic dishes,lunch proved to be evenful.Even more eventful was our journey to fort with most of the us agreeing to vist the fort even if it for a short time.

"Malavan Panyamadhe ghirla Shivaji Aat Kasa shirlaa......
Shirlaa to Shirla....tyani zenda kasa phad kavla..........." was the 'boolgeet' that had come in my mind as we clicked all around the fort ,sitting on the collosal cannon,moving through armament buildings,watching the unperturbed olive water in the pools,peeping throuth the stony carved widows to behold the pulchritude around.

Same elan flowed on the beach when i capered with the dashing waves,playing frisbee splashing water on those reluctant to get soaked with sea water.Any finally for the much need swim that too on and against the flow of the chrushing waves.More entreating was the part when i swam along the flow of the waves, when i would be thrown nauches above the water.I even tried underwater swimming but that wretchedly proved sore to my eyes.Much energy was sapped on this course of the journey.

After having delicious dinner of 'chicken hundy',more fervor followed as chits were being made probing answares form unsusecting pasties,doublets being formed dragging me into it even as niks proposed a pseudo code on Heisenberg's uncertainty principle for proposing a lassie.

Songs followed through rest of the excursion while most of my friends slept.Sleep came upon me with classical songs being played in the ambiance when finally Katraj arrived.


So was our epochal odyssey, got to know to know my buddies better and remove any misconceptions.Without getting mawkish i perceive that to know each other can best happen only through such outings.For all others this alienness may still prevail..........

"Tour de Janjira"

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"Tour de Janjira"(Not cycling)

Well,BE is the time to BE together.Eons have passed since friendship with my friends has spired from a bud to a beautiful iridescent flower but some petals are still drooping .This was my heyday to pass time with my buddies.This day was FRIDAY the 30th.Destined was our class trip to Murud-Janjira.The Class trip of BE ENTC PICT.


The day earlier was filled with fervor right from the morning,with chintu and parya babling on amount to be collected in my batch.....The complaint was that only around 30 of my classmates were eager to come with few of them stupefying me by deviating from the notion of the trip and that to with blunt reasons.The general conception was the plan to go to Mawlshez ghat and the dam which was timly eluded,thanks to me. One more topic on which war entailed was the plan of 2-day itinary to Murund curtailed to single day event.


My plan was to remain awake through the night,but as the day seemed hazy ,all my schemes to remain seemed to go awary.Adding salt to fire, Niks announced of his time for bed, and that did it...All games ,internet stopped at 1am 30th. Alas,the Flintstones score woke me up, and to my dismay it was Bora shattering my capricious dream as if making making mockery of my acting on the sets...In the baground i could hear the pendamonium and that did it,even while having my bath the cadence of the tone could be heard....Good for me,that could have woken my neighbours,to annouce my departure.Finally after sorting through gamut of t-shirts finally i selected a sober off-white shirt.And hoo,i had forgotten about any monetary plans which i devoured by the ATM.


On reaching at 4 am sharp,out of my sleep slogging my legs to find very few of my collegues.After 4 did every one start popping out furnished with bats,football and so on.As usual every one was praising chintu for his timely presence for the bus hadn't arrived yet.Then started the game of football,with Andy displaying his dexterity but at the same time pumping the ball in 360degree aimed at faces and tummies intensionally or unintensionally while confabulation was in progress about our itinary. Finally when the bus arrived people were flying to catch seats when finally after the counting and money exchange through various hand did the bus start rolling.And so at 5 AM our journey began.........


But after a small amount of travel,phrases flying from all directions,friends making waggish humour about the seat locations, the jumbo bus carrying 50 of my buddies came to a grinding halt(Actually the bus never was moving in speed.).Its diesel time.Cameras were unleashed,apples were swept out and great clicks and noises followed with smiles and apple dregs thrown out.After wasting quarter of an hour in the petrol pump's vicinity did our journey continue. The game of Anatakshari followed tuning with the mystifying comely panoramas of misty mountains and lush greenery even when the songs turned to shouts and finally when throats were sore and hungry,the din receded.By chintu courtesy farsan was on the menu next accompanies again with songs.None were spared or were allowed to sleep waking them up to sing songs,and none refuted.The captivating scenes can only be imagined through photos for those absent.


Tamhini Ghat followed with even more picturesque landscapes but exasperating roads.Waterfalls could be seen around the ghat to suffuse our eyes with gaiety.We halted at one of those waterfalls to enjoy this beauty and ofcource to arrest it in our cameras as groups cluttered to be part of this beauty in the snaps.Even the water was cold and tasty.Dont forget to read the quotes below the photos........

Further part follows.......

WINDS OF CHANGE

What is happening all over the world? Has the weather gone amok? Right from the floods in Orrisa (it may seem a long time back though it isn’t.) right up to decimation of hundreds due to Katrina hurricane, this century has witnessed mass genocide due to weather’s fury . No continent is spared? (Better said very few are.).Tsunami in Asia, conflagrations in Europe and Australia, floods in Latin America, earthquakes in Europe and the roster goes on and on…. Is it because most are turning skeptical of god’s existence and ignoring his potent ? Or is it because we are being rude to mother nature?
I certainly find both the points consequential though rather than the spiritual side I would concentrate on the rational side more. Long have we tortured mother nature causing pollution form vehicles, effluvial gases and fluids form industries, preponderance of cement jungle has taken its toll. Spiritually I would say we have given a cold shoulder to mother nature .
Take Pune’s example which is ranked in top 15 cities in terms of the amount of polluatio the city causes in India . To add to it is the pathetic condition of roads. Very few traffic signals are synchronized causing most of the pollution at the signals on which the vehicles emits noxious CO gases causing harm not only to the surrounding ambience but also to the fellow denizens. The funny part is road transport officers(mama) have put hefty fine for PUC on all conveyances. ( Rs.1000…You may go free with Rs.50 and little entreating . )
The winds of change have surely started blowing. The effect…..The great deluge in Pune , Satara,Mumbai…Solutions must be found out right from planting trees to using non conventional resources for energy,the steps taken must be quick and drastic or else we may be headed for ‘Day after tomorrow’.

Watching DRACULAAAA!!!

Wow! Finally after a long search I got to watch Bram Stoker’s adaptation DRACULA . After a long time has any movie scared the shit out of me especially with the real-time effect added by the dogs downstairs whose barking in the midst of terror ,I implied as howling resembling to that of the wolves in Dracula. Surely one of the best movies I’ve watched.
Mina played by Winona Ryder appears all innocent with virtues is lured by savoir of Church who on his wife’s death seeks HIS revenge .Dracula enacted by Gary Oldman , calls himself ‘Dra-kula’, magnificently bring out the beast of love and vengeance within him . With his glib talk and moon walk mina is mesmerized and charmed to follow his path as if she is the reincarnation of Dracula’s lost wife. With visually impairing scenes of lust and mountains, the viewer is for sure to be left numbed.
Though Keanu Reeves has no subtle role to play , he easily dissolves in his character.
And alas, nobody can challenge Anthony Hopkins who seeks to put an end to Dracula’s run for blood once and for all. Each time I watch his movie I see better of him. Dracula movie is sure fun filled with bags of violence and sex right from Dracula’s semi naked goddess of blood to Lucy, the other leading lady, who for most of the movie is naked in mind or body . But even before a romantic scene is over begins the creepy night in Mina’s mansion or the Dracula’s haunted palace.

One thing though I failed to understand that Keanu Reeves’ hair turned greyer in the second part and again turned black in the end.

FINAL DESTINATION II

Why don’t they understand that not all sequels pass the barrier. By producing such gashing movies they are making a mockery of themselves. Neither is the movie thrilling nor is it scary. By watching the movie at 2 am alone with lights off, I tried to add mirchi to the movie with no effect. All the way you get to see blood with internal organs ready to pop out . Only the car pile up sequence is applaudable. That’s because David R. Ellis has been stunt director for 20 years or so, and that’s expected. But other than that the movie has no essence. Its as if the god of death is poised to get you. Throughout the movie you will see trolleys sliding without push defying Newton’s laws, pigeons crashing on windows and stuff. Even more exasperating is the fact that death’s premonition is known before he strikes. Well, you can as well make your movie.(That’s how I rate the script. ).Ali Larter, leading lady from final destination shouldn’t ,in the first place, have played any role in the sequel . Hope she doesn’t bombast the same way in upcoming ‘Marigold’ with Sallu (Salman Khan).
Its like some movies make an impression on ones heart and some fade away without striking a cord.To top it all one more sequel will probably be made.

IOM

INDUSTRIAL ORGANISATION AND MANAGMENT

For Engineers this may sound timepass subject better called one day match.One day workout with your eni-mini-tini book and alas you have cleared one subject. This is how it works in Pune University . All you have to do is have a sound sleep in the paper.
Absurd questions like diff. between entrepreneur and technocrat,qualities of salesman,etc are asked.Remember just dont write songs in the paper.Anything else will be accepted.I even got the chance to mention which car i've got,about my mobile serice, and even about my PC.Latest news about air-india was also quoted.
All in all if you want to clear IOM just read newspapers.