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When I saw her for the first time I knew she is my dream girl. She had everything that I have always wanted. The scintillating looks, the near perfect skin and most important of all the dazzling smile; it almost gave her an angel like appearance. Once when I passed her in the corridor of our class, I can smell her fragrance and it almost made me dizzy for I have never been so close to her. I kept looking at her in the class with rapt attention while she jotted down every word the Prof spoke. Oh she was beauty personified. I was content enough just to see her and this way a week passed. Now greed crept in, I wanted more, I was no longer satisfied with her smile and fragrance began to lost that enigma, I now wanted to talk to her. But that was not just possible. Whenever I tried to talk to her it felt like I have lost my voice, for even if I opened my mouth words would not come out. My mind went blank as soon as I was near her.
I thought of many lines to start the conversation with but there was no perfect line for her. Every attempt of mine felt lame and every night I would sleep thoroughly annoyed with myself. Finally I left it to fate, if god wants it, it will happen.
To my surprise God really wanted it for in one class she sat next to me.
Shreya- “Hi.”
Me- “Hi.” Oh! I managed hi without embarrassing myself. This must be my lucky day.
Me- “I am Dhiraj.”
Shreya- “I know.” This line almost gave me heart attack, she not only said hi to me but she also knew my name. I was overjoyed but suddenly my bubble burst for I understood how she knows my name. She must have asked her friend “Who is that creepy pervert who keeps looking at me?” almost in that instant I wanted earth to open and take me in. It is strange though how in one moment I was the happiest guy in the world and the next moment I was wishing for obliteration.
We talked a little that day, mostly about how prof is the most horrible person in the world and crib about mess food and the likes. It was an eventful day in my life, one which I will not forget for a long time to come.

Read the second part Crush2- In Love

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Manipur, Indian Army and the Central government

-LPG sold at Rs 1800
-Blockade lasted for 68 days
-Medical supplies ran out

Legislative assembly burnt in Manipur
These may sound like happenings ijn some far off state. unfortunately i am talking about one of the states of india, Manipur.
Time and again, Manipur has been thrown to the brink of chaos by the decision of the centre. Be it the decision to extend the cease fire with NSCN to all the naga inhabitated part of Manipur or granting permission to Muivah to visit his home village in Manipur. It is unfortunate that P. Chidambaram who has shown remarkable competence in dealing with terrorism, has been a complete failure when it comes to Manipur.The reason is plain simple. He has no inkling of the ground realities or feelings of the people of Manipur. It is surprising that the elected leaders of Manipur could not convey the same to him.
While politicians are to blame, media should share the responsibility too. Mediagives over the top coverage to the fact that it rained in Delhi/Mumbai. The respite due to the rains and consequent inconvenience due to logged drains are highlighted and discussed over and over. experts are invited to studio to talk about it. I cannot fathom the fact that while discomfort to some is given such coverage while sufferings of thousands of other(read: People pf Manipur) is criminally neglected.

Delhi and Mumbai ceratinly demand greater attention for they are the heart of nation. this , however, do not justify the step motherly treatment to the people of Manipur. it is unreasonable then to expect people of manipur to stay loyal to the State of India which is now seen more as an occupying force.

The damage has been done but it can be correcetd if there is the will and intention towards the cause.the Government needs to take off kid gloves in its treatment of Nagaland and treat Manipur as an equal. Militancy needs to be reined in but not by brute force but through developmental plans. It may not convert into Lok Sabha seats for but for once do something for the people. It wont hurt i am sure of that.

Also read Poverty and Indian Independence Day

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What to write about!!!


Ever since I was a kid, I have always wanted to write. I was not sure what I want to write about but I was sure I want to write. When I first read Sherlock Holmes, I thought that maybe someday I will write detective fiction myself. Detective fiction was my first choice of writing but as I read more realized the depth that can be achieved by power of words.War and Peace
There is popcorn variety (I do not know if this term applies in writing) like Chetan Bhagat, Sidney Sheldon etc. I also had meaningful association with non fiction writers like Dale Carnegie, Norman Vincent Peale, Robin Sharma. Dale Carnegie has been a huge influence on me. There was a time when I wanted to narrate stories the way he does to win friends and influence people. Then I read biography of Mohan Oberoi and autobiography of Mahatma Gandhi. I want to admit, I never wanted to write biography but I sure wanted someone to write about me sometime in the future. Oberoi’s story was that of a quintessential entrepreneur, one who will spot opportunity where none existed. Gandhi’s story on the other hand looked like a confession of sorts, though it was not confidential and was there for all of us to see (or read). I also had my brushing with literature, with the likes of Tolstoy, Gabriel Marquez and that was also the time when I realized my limitation. No matter how much effort I put in writing, I would never be able to capture the human emotions the way they did. This was a dark time and I thought of giving up writing altogether
That and there was another reason. What will I write about? I was not born into poverty, never had to stole to fill my stomach, never killed anyone. I do not have an exciting job nor can I write about my escapades, so what could I possibly write about. I am just one in a million of faceless population who wake up, go to class, come back, mug up the stuff taught in class and may be something here and there.
After writing all this and after some introspection I finally found something to write about but for that you will have to wait. And see I wrote a post about not having anything to write.:-)

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Review-Of Course I Love Till I Find Someone Better.

Of course i love you....

Of course i love you....

This is yet another novel by an engineering student, going by the number of novels engineering students are getting printed it seems they may be the next literature powerhouse for the country. Having said that, this one is different because the author is not a hosteller and hence no stories about ragging, no cribbing about mess food and yes no great tales of friendship (though the author realized that the novel would not be complete without great jay viru type friendship and hence develops one in the latter half of the novel.)

This is a story of a young boy lost, confused and almost anything that is associated with an engineering student. This is a story about young love, Love lost and found again though with a heavy overdose of lust thrown in between. The characters are nicely sketched but some of them are unconvincing for e.g. Shawar seems like a drag. Avantika, the female lead, will no doubt titillate the minds of young boys and that is what the author intends to do. The author was confused with the part he was to play, should he be a stud or should be a self loathing creature but manage to find the balance somewhere in between the two of them.
Set at a brisk pace, the novel is an interesting read but there were incidents which could have been done away with especially the amusement park part.
If you are not doing anything on Sunday and feel lazy to go out then the book might be a good company because the storyline is good, the comments and conversation witty, the sex part is there after every 40 pages or so and hence keeps your interest intact but if you are looking for food for thought type novel then this one is a strictly no no.

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IPL Experience

As the whole country is suffering from an IPL frenzy both on and off the field it was only natural that I will be a victim of the IPL bug too. Thankfully I was part of the excitement on the field and not a part of off the field event (though the latter would have meant good looking bank balance).
Me and my friends went to see the match between Kings XI (though they performed like losers) and RCB (who by the way are knocked out of the tournament now) at Mohali. Thankfully we bought the tickets for the night match because it was so hot that day and 4:00pm match would have been total disappointment. Well anyway the match began and Kings XI was put to bat first. For those of you who have not seen the match from the stadium (yes I will rub it in), it was truly a different experience, much better than TV could provide. To begin with the atmosphere is electrifying and lush green outfield is a treat to watch.
You should have seen Steyn charging and bowl at 150 kph, exhilarating I must say. When Sangakara smashed him for the boundary, the sound from the bat gives you goose bumps. Not only was RCB up against Kings XI but it was also up against the home crowd. The noise, constant music and the chants from the crowd is sure to make players go nuts. Unfortunately for me, I am Bangalore sorry Bengaluru fan and hence the only one to cheer during Marsh dismissal and attracted some stare. I was particularly afraid of a girl sitting in front of me(must be 12 something), my god the way she stared at us everytime we made cheered, it almost felt like she was my school teacher. Though later in the night I gained in confidence and gave her stare back, she really was a Hitler (God bless her parents).
Anyways moving on the cricket field, Kings XI managed a decent score and RCB had to chase a stiff target. Theirs openers did not fire but then KP did, scoring a thoughtful and brisk half century. He was ably supported by Kohli but then the night belonged to Uthappa and the way he smashed two sixes off the Brett Lee over took the match away from KingsXI. This is one sight I would not forget in a hurry. Brett Lee firing up 150 something’s and the way he was manhandled by Uthappa. It’s a disappointment that he is not making the team during world cup but then he proved himself worthy of the money spent on him by the franchise. The match ended and gave a favourable result for me at least though the home crowd was disappointed and they had a good reason what with the sloppy fielding and sweaty palms.
IPL sure has changed the complexion the way cricket is played and its more pleasant considering it’s only three hours and there is glamour associated with it. By the way cheer leaders look better in person than on TV. Hope the off field events do not spoil IPL.

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Second interview of the season and I can tell It went better than the first that I had for XIMB. My interview date was on 23rd march and at 12:30pm time slot. The process started with me assigned a panel number and I had to get registered there first. This is the place where they check your documents and the original certificates. Once the registration was over, the candidates were asked to go for the written case study. There was no GD and the case discussion was a normal one. You are given half an hour to write about two solutions. Ample time though some found it difficult to complete in that period too. My case study was to deal with the downsizing the department of which I am head from a workforce of 20 to 17, the twist was all the 20 people are equally competent.
The case study was over by 2 pm and then I had to wait for around 3 hours before I got an audience with the panel member. There were 3 panel member, one male and two female. The interview was generic in nature and they did not ask about the academics too even though I was a fresher. It went something like this
P1- so Dhiraj, You are from Manipur and have done B.Tech from Punjab?
Me- yes sir.
P3- can you do a comparative study of the two places and tell us about the difference that you saw?
Me- I explained it in detail made around 3 points and was done by that time.
P1- Why do you want to go for an MBA after you have done engineering?
Me- Explained but was not that convincing.
P2- What are your career goals?
Me- explained, two panel members were ok with it and the third one made a face.
P1- what is the currency of France?
P2- Name five currencies that you are familiar with?
Me- answered.
P1- what do you think can be done to help the cause of Manipur?
Me- explained again.
That is it.
Thank you.
The interview lasted for around 12 -13 minutes and I was allowed to do the most talking. They did not grill me on acads; neither did they put any stress. It was a comfortable interview. The question is how can they select me or reject me on the basis of this interview. Anyways hoping for the best and preparing for the next one now.

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The dull and grim placement scenario received a boost after Tech Mahindra visited the campus. It was like a shot in the arm because there were many who were left aside in the placement process and with each passing day the feeling worsens. Needless to say there were more dummies in the paper than the test takers, having said that it was only on the candidates to clear the interview which was technical too(ooooohh!!). A total of 18 students were placed in the company (sigh of relief), and computer science has already started the second round(cheers to them!!). The best part of all this is we are gonna eat at bidhipur tonight and someone else is gonna pay(hurray).

The party at Punjabi Rasoi (PR) as usual starts with booze,booze and more booze with some getting hopelessly drunk even before the party starts. the crowd tricled in at all times of the night and the feast started or rather it crawled with people eating in bunches(since the cooking was slow). People were sneaking with rotis in hand and some stood at the front of the kitchen throughout the night. There were some who lost all the hope of getting any and left(poor souls they must have slept hungry), there were still others who struggled and eat. Ravi for example was at his best, getting rotis where none existed, managed daal from somewhere and if that was not enough he even managed rice.Great work i must admit and we two had a blast (though it was with great help from JP who sneaked rotis in his hands).

Some resolves were broken too.Pradhan for one thought that he would not be drinking. i happen to meet him when i was leaving and he had a peg in his hands.

“Whatever happened to not drinking?” I asked

“Arre yaar khali haath thodi jayunga”.

While people had tough time finding food, the day rather the night belonged to the bengali duo of Dada and Fractal. The two managed to have five persons worth of food and dont ask about dada, he was drowning the sorrow of KKr’s defeat in whisky and coke,literally.

Anyhow the party ended, at least for me and we took our leave. On our way, someone suggested that we take the shortcut which we did.As i climbed the wall and hug that pole which is hugged by Nit ians at some point or other in their college life, i heard someone say-Paneer sahi tha yaar

I almost fall thinking-“@#!@ where was it?”.

The question was put to rest when i read today on facebook-Life is a search for that nonexistent paneer and ever elusive roti. Glad i managed to have roti.

PS- you are free to upload photos, i did not have them at the time of writing.

If you like this read more about college days and the things we miss about it.

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Sherlock Holmes Revisited

Sherlock Holmes is an important passage in almost everyone’s life while growing up. Like they say every boy is a Sherlock Holmes sometime in their life. I was one during my HS and developed deducing powers of my own to some disastrous deductions, none of which i am afraid to say came true.

Recently i watched the movie and i had a nostalgic feeling about it. As in I remembered the days when i use to read them like crazy the adventures, the iron clad logic and finally the deduction that were so perfect so i decided to give it another try(my being sherlock holmes:)) and why not? i am older now, more mature and wiser:P)

The only thing left was a subject and this is when i found one, my teacher. The class was as usual boring, i had nothing else to do so and as i sat there understanding nothing at all and pretending that i am understanding everything, i thought might as well sharpen my mind and put to test some theories of my own….Here is how i went about doing this…

1) Observation-She has no idea what she is teaching.

Deduction-She was not a good student and yet she managed to become a teacher. So if nothing works out in my life(which i am afraid to admit is a real possibility now) i can become a teacher too. Also she is not from a very good college and she knows nobody here is listening so i am guessing she is an alumni of our college only.

2)Observation-She wears action shoes with salwar suits.

Deduction-She has no fashion sense whatsoever that means she does not have a boy friend too and that would mean she is lonely and sad and so i cannot expect good marks in this subject too(like i care). Considering the fact that she is from Punjab i am guessing she is waiting for someone from Canada to make a proposal and take her away(its a dream here if you do not know that..Either females are killed in the womb or they dream of making it to Canada pronounced as Kaneda).

3)Observation-Her sweater.

Deduction- This is a sweater that no one in her right mind would wear. So i am guessing there was either very (and i mean really heavy)  sale on it (and even then you cannot help but admire her courage  for it) or it was part of a dare game. Another explanation is and this is a long shot,it was gifted to her by someone who really hated her guts but as i said this is a long shot and i would put my money on sale thing.

Mam(shouts)-you(pointing at me) why are you hiding?

Me-(like a deer in the headlights look up and try to look as innocent as i possibly can)

Mam-ok tell me what am i teaching?what is the class about?

Me-(chuckled inside )she seriously thought i could answer that and i acted like i was recollecting my thought while the whole class looked at me and then after a minute but  what seemed like an hour i managed-“huh”.

Mam-(with resigned look on her face)What is the name of the subject?

Me-“Communications”(bingo nailed it).

Mam-Its Advanced Communication Systems.(getting all worked up).

Me-(OOhh…its advanced…)

Get out…you are good for nothing…And there went my one attendance and 30 minutes of my life all for nothing.

Guys i have narrated the episode and here is my deduction tell me if i am wrong.

Deduction-She really liked a cool handsome guy in college who i am guessing was cruel to her and she is taking that out on me.

Meanwhile playing sherlock Holmes costed me an attendance in the class.

You will also like My first Crush and the sequel to it

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How Dream Shatters??

How does it feel when your dream shatter? You can find that out.Its simple.Follow the following steps..


2. Follow the link to view XAT results 2010

3. Punch in your XAT id.

4. There it is…the remnants of what would have been your happiest moments…You are not selected for the group process and not only that they are sorry to inform us that and they also know that this performance does not reflect our potential…

Now I am just being irrational, taking it out on people who i dont know and who are at no fault whatsoever. But had to get the feeling out of me somehow. And to read these lines time and again when you put so much of yourself in the process makes you ask was it really worth? The thought of another year with the same level of preparation and a job to go to, where is the time left for other things. Well it also makes you ask the same question that whether you really want to go for it because you want to become a manager or it is just because there is no other option left…The most horrifying thought of all, what if you get into a b school, pass out and then realise that this is not what you wanted.. That you have no interest in finance whatsoever then?

This is just my mind playing tricks with me as i have nothing to do(no worries for GD/PI preparation).. Hope in time i will see things clearly but right now they are looking blurry.Best of luck for those who have sailed through…

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Who will look after them??

What about me?
What about me?

I have been thinking about this post for a long time now and i was afraid i would not be able to do justice to the subject and hence have not really written about it..The idea came in my mind when i went to see 3 idiots. I went to see the movie on weekend and without any advance we did not get the tickets as expected.Anyways we killed time in the mall until it was pretty late by the standards prevalent here.As we were pretty late we did not  find any convenience to return back to hostel,tired of waiting we decided to walk the entire stretch of 7 km not much but if you are walking it in the december cold then it sure means that you might freeze to death.. The wind was bone chilling and i could literally feel myself shook to the core. While we walked complaining,fretting that this was a bad idea blaming everyone else we also noticed some slums on the way…And no i am not an idealist and certainly not a big fan of the government’s proposal which intend to provide housing for all the slum dwellers…

But that night was an eye opener of sorts,the government proposal may be a handout but it seems something,it seems like that this is the right thing to do(also the fact that it would be a huge boost to the cement and manufacturing sector and thereby creating jobs in the process).The gain is not merely economic but it is as i think,the human thing to do. When i shivered and fret in that cold even though i had worn some really expensive warm clothes,what about those who could not afford it.They have been handed the short end of stick by life and so it becomes our responsibilty to help them, I am not advocating blatant and outrageous contributions but little bit from every one and that would surely amount to something.

I mean i am lucky that i have got proper education and i may do well in life but i am not brilliant or smart by any stretch of imagination but today i can write this blog,have access to net connectivity,go to a college etc etc and this are things that i consider basic but then there are people around who do not have square meals a day,basic for them would mean entirely different thing i guess…

I come from a small place and i have always complained how the quality of education in our school was below par,how brittle my foundations are and the mediocre coaching i have got not once thinking that these are the privileges that i enjoy. i mean life could have been so much worse had i been born at some chai wala’s house. I would have not have gone to school let alone college and if i had got talent then it would have buried somewhere deep. I would not have known how to write let alone a chance to maintain to one’s own blog. My dreams would have been confined to just basic necessities and that my children get education. It is in this light that i say its time we start counting  our blessings and forget about troubles. If only i dont think whats wrong with my life for an hour,i would see things that are going my way. So i decided that i would not complain bout the small things in life,and if life hands me lemon instead of fretting i would try to make it into a lemonade. I know its easier said than done but hey no harm in trying.

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