Jo shaheed hue hai unki zara yaad karo....

He lays down his life for us. What, really, is his reward? A posthumous award? His grieving, stoic widow? His orphaned child staring at his photograph? Can anything really compense a lost life? What patriotism can make a man do! I salute each man who has sacrificed his life to protect each of ours. I owe my life to each of you. Jai Hind!

Terrorism at its worst !!!

A prospective terrorist before venturing out to the new terrorism plan fills a form:

X:Terrorist Computerji

X:Choose Country
a)India b)USA(impossible to attack) c) Israel(U outta of ur mind ???)

X:Which Part of India do u want to bomb?(Choose both/both option)
Options:a)Any area b)many area

What weapons you want to use(Choose both/both option)?
Options:a)Any weapon b)many weapons

How many people do u want to kill?(Choose both/both option)
Options:a)any number b)many number

Congratulations!!! Ur done!!

Guidance bf4 attack:
-Don't worry about India,their government and politicians proactively support our cause in the name of appeasement.
-Don't worry if u get caught.We'll hijack few planes
-Don't worry about entering the country they have 1000's of security lapses.
-Don't worry about ur picture shown by Indian media.U'll become an "Indian Hero".
-If bored get an interview with NDTV,IBN7,Aajtak,u'll be live on TV.Ur parents will be proud.
-Njy and have fun.India is an amazing country to bomb.U may go for a killing spree too.Its smooth and easy.

Best of luck. Sign out well!!!

Few days later:
300++++++++ odd people dead in Mumba,Delhi,Ahmedabad,x,y,z,a,b,c,.............
Destruction, chaos everywhere.

Shivraj Patil:This shows how weak the terrorists are and they have again failed in there purpose.We'll certainly catch them some years from now.Till then I'll go dress up for the next bomb.

Pranab Mukherjee:Pakistan!! behave,else no bilateral relations.
Congress Spokesman:BJP doesn't know anything,NDA will kill this country,we'll are the true warriors

Lalu,Mulayam:This had to happen!! afterall wat happenned in Godhra there ought to be some reaction for atleast next 100 odd years.

Sonia Gandhi:Elections coming up!!Give me vote,I'll gv u my son,grandson,greatgrandson,greatgreatgrandson ......... to rule the nation.

Media:Barkha Dutt: Ma'am how r u feeling when ur husband is held a hostage!!
AAJTAK: POLL - are the terrorists right or r they wrong .Please vote at 313145

Arjun Singh: General category non reservation decreased to 10%.We aim to eliminate this "general" menace soon.

CPM "leaders":No Nuclear,No America,No development!!!

Lalit Modi:ICL will never be legalized till I die with stacks of money in my arms !!!

An ordinary Indian :Rest in peace!!!

Disclaimer:The post is not intended against any person,sect,religion and whatsoever.Its just an angry,frustated reaction on the current plight of our country.

The Summer Internship Process

The month of November, for your average top-of-the-line Indian B-school, is a busy one. And so it is here, at what an illustrious alumnus prefers to call the Jamshedpur Institute of Management. The junior batch gears up for the arduous, patience-testing, mentally tiring Summer Internship Process (SIP). Unmentionable words include Group Discussion, Slot 0, Personal Interview, sign-out, still-in-process, extended shortlists, offers, job loss and announcements. The senior batch comes together in a show of solidarity and dividing itself into four groups, helps in every way it can, ensuring that juniors are kept well-fed, entertained, informed and relaxed.

I salute each and every man and woman out there who stood through the process. There were, I know, moments of exhaustion, when you were simply sick of PIs with no positive result, watching batch mate after batch mate sign out with celebrations and cheers, happy for them but unable to suppress your anxiety at when you would be that one. I take my hat off to every signed-out batch mate who came to the holding area, sat there helping friends with a pecking order, suggesting tips for interviews, revising and refreshing their IR and marketing concepts, cheering them on, motivating them to give their best, serving refreshments, and simply being there for them. It would have been so easy to watch four movies back-to-back sitting in your rooms- but no, you were there. And that made all the difference.

One batch of one hundred and eighty seven students learnt that brilliant academics, an outstanding CV, the best pecking order possible, after consulting nearly every senior- nothing mattered really at the end of the day. What mattered was what you were made of- did you stand up to the occasion, or did you break? People who wouldn't have deemed themselves capable of it, sat days into the process, holding on, not quitting, giving all they could to every call, and learnt such a lot in the process. Not just about how to crack interviews, but how to motivate themselves and accept failure- two lessons for life that far outweigh a summer internship with any company.

A big thank you to every senior who helped untiringly, with suggestions, information, opinions, and cheering sessions. Thank you, all three teams who took care of the controls, the refreshments and the 'escorting' ;-) I for one couldn't have done it without you, and I'm sure every junior will agree.

Oh, there were bad patches, and some unfortunate attitudes, but what good does dwelling on them do? This SIP, I glimpsed- no, experienced- spirit, solidarity and generosity, and that leaves me light-hearted with a simple joy that the best 'sign-out offer' cannot give!

Challenged ,Provoked and ..............

Its 2 :36 in the morning and I have my FMH examination today at 6 pm . have barely skimmed thru 30 percent of the course but find too boring to continue and finish the remaining 70 percent.Chuck it .Its better to do something which gives me much more satisfaction than the half hearted attempt to study a pretty boring subject which is supposed to be my bread and butter :P .Therefore I write .

Had gone to the adventure camp this weekend.It was a gr8 trip filled with amazing fun and loads of unforgettable experiences.But this particular incident needs immortality , therefore I have decided to pen it down.

It was the onset of caving(Supposedly an adventure sport where u try to carve space for u from small spaces in between rocks , sometimes dividing ur body into parts and trying to get your parts one by one out of the hole till synergy is established :P ) .But bf4 that we were supposed to climb a rock that lead to the caving area totally on our own .Although a rope was tied around us for safety reasons .The right side of the rock had relatively deeper hand holes and foot holes to help climb rather easily (a very subjective opinion though:)).Left side was tougher with barely visible holes tough to grab let alone deep.Anyways everybody was climbing via the right portion(as if their was any option).The instructor from the previous group had allowed few daring souls to climb the rock via the right portion without the rope and they did that easily . In the process though they inspired me to do the same.I had lead the rock climbing session bf4 this , so had enough confidence in me to do the same .
Nyways my instructor strictly denied me to climb without a rope.Once ,twice ,thrice I asked ,but he denied and ended my trial even bf4 the onset

But this guy had other plans idea.

"So u think u can climb the rock without a rope.Let me see what can u do now.The rope
remains but u'll climb from the left side.Let's see how u fare " .

Hmmm .Now wat .This man is crazy .Its pretty tuff for a novice like me and to add to it i had slightly longer nails due to which it was tuff to get a grip.
I tried once ,twice thrice failed.Started climbing from the easier right ."Stop ,u were speaking a lot , u hv no option cm from left or stay there" ."I cant sir its tough almost impsosible".
"Leave it sir let him climb '-said my colleague .
"No-now as u have said u have to do it , You were blabbering a lot.Common "
were his words when he started laughing and making fun wid a colleague of his.That was tht , I couldn't take more.I somehow made a grip and tried hard to get some momentum.My friends started cheering me up and that was the tonic required .I tried hard ,harder , and finally my perseverance paid off.I gathered sm momentum and used that momentum to almost ran away to the top.Yessssss.I had done it .

I gave a angry glare to the the instructor ,threw the rope ,took off my helmet disregarding any respect for safety and looked above.My friends were cheering.This was the moments.Moments u cherish and I was luving it.

I again looked at the instructor who suddenly uttered "I knew u'll do it".He had a sense of pride. I smiled and said thx.Even I had a sense of pride.Thx sir.Thx friends.I am waiting for much more such moments .


Well he challenged , he provoked , and I WON.

The Invasion...

With red-rimmed eyes, and grim expressions... they wandered, with their lethal weapons ready to strike... in search of their prey...

The full moon illuminated the surroundings, and rendered a ghostly aura around each of the creatures' countenances, as they prowled.... unrelenting....untiring... unforgiving...

Like J.K. Rowling's dementors, these creatures exuded a sense of deep-rooted evil. They seemed to suck out happiness from their surroundings. Their presence seemed to make one's limbs grow cold and heavy.

He was worried, deeply worried. The infection was spreading... just 24 hours ago, there hadn't been many of 'them' around. People who had been friends, brethren, comrades, with cheerful faces, and friendly grins, had turned into these ....these....monstrosities....who would stop at nothing!!

He had tried searching for a cure. Other researchers like him found themselves in a similar predicament. His neighbourhood was not the only one affected. There had been sporadic bursts of this 'epidemic' all across the world. He had a hunch that the DNA strands of the creatures had altered their sequences due to extreme conditions.

On analysing the behaviour patterns of the creatures, he found that they subscribed to some form of societal behaviour. Like moths tend to flock towards a source of light, every evening, the creatures tended to congregate at a designated spot. On congregating, they would lay down their weapons, and stay in a trance-like state for some hours, in complete silence. After that, they would utter raucous cries, and forage for food. The pattern stayed the same, unwavering, unchanging.

After weeks of research, he managed to make some headway. He managed to procure a weapon similar to one of the creatures' and joined their flock as they congregated. Distasteful though it was, he attended their feeding ceremony. Observing the creatures from close range gave him some new ideas to further his research.

His nightly forays into their flock became more and more regular. A dangerous pursuit though it was, it gave him a thrill to be part of the flock. But then, one day.... disaster struck!! During the creatures' trance, he accidentally happened to cough. In a flash, all the red, menacing eyes turned upon him, and the creatures began to circle him. The circle became to converge, till he could feel the breath of some of the creatures upon him. The world went black around him, as he felt drained...and cold, oh so terribly cold....

Epilogue: I am one of them now....with red-rimmed eyes, and a grim expression... I prowl the night, with my weapons - thick academic books, and my flock of other such creatures. We congregate at the library, each day, and spend hours....in a trance-like state, as we hunt for the elusive el dorado, an A-pos. One day, we shall take over....one day, we shall rule!! We are the ghissus, the invasion has begun...

Deadlines and the Undead

We are all creatures of the race, we are fed and nourished on competition, we thrive in a climate of pressure, we are unrelenting, we are XLers. I had heard tales of last minute submissions that happened after an effort of 36 straight hours and I had presumed they were tales of men and women who had no skills in time management whatsoever to boast of. I had assumed that my tale would be different. But, I am after all another. My first b-school submission happened 24 seconds before deadline on the 16th of this month, we were the last group to submit on time. In the end it was a relay run from the learning center to the library to the admin block to finally landing at the appropriate room just seconds before it would have been closed, denying us a just hearing at the 'prayer' hall - god forbid. It was one month's effort that had culminated in 48 hours of hig drama and had finally concluded on a happy note after all (Notwithstanding the grade that might be offered after evaluation). If that was a lesson, what followed was an education when back to back papers were submitted on 20th and 21st . It was nightouts galore this week, and it was hungry stomachs and sleepy eyes that roamed the campus these past few days. An unaccounting project had driven the other batch to the edges of their sanity. Amidst graphs, articles, essasys and transactions we had lost all sense of reality. We were awake and yet not, we were dead and yet not.

But its over, atleast for the moment, the quizes and the end-terms coming up in the next 2 weeks seem so far away that i dare take the time out to write these words. Some of us have an adventure trip for the next 3 days. I for one think we deserve the break. Its 3 days, it is 72 hours, it is a boon.

Setting things in Motion........

Time ……. Any time of the Solar Day or night
Place……...Not really far from my room
Activity…...Quite Involuntary

But what I end up with is a weekend without friends or fun,
Me and my bed…..
Loads of loneliness
And yes the familiar sense of having done something but accomplished nothing.
Lost a lot of life and vitality and gained more unrest.

A couple of days back I went on an expedition of sorts, with three like minded wizened souls our primary aim being the exploration of the subtleties of one of the lesser known places around the valley. There we encountered silly smiling creatures who tricked us into eating stuff with weird names and weirder tastes.

And then all hell broke loose. The wrath of not showing due respect to the Almighty’s (Read as Mess Staff at Fr. Enright) gifts and pondering beyond our realms hit me where it hurts the most. I endured the pain because I felt god can’t be so unmerciful but little did I know that there is god and there are others. So there was no mercy without the pain. And after two days of the penance I still lie at his mercy because he alone knows when I will be absolved.

In the bargain I get to spend my time thinking and pondering the uncertainties of life.
I look forward to all that I miss and more to what I didn’t want to miss. And I know that there is someone up above who metes justice to all. With miles to walk (to and fro) before I sleep and nothing but the next visit to the heaven giving me the power to carry on I promise to myself all that I never did. Like studying once in a while (never define a strict timeline), trying to keep myself away from all the pleasures of the skin like ----- loads of movie watching and eons of sleeping.

But come morning I wake up fresh as a fiddle and then I reach for the laptop to……
To drop a thank you mail to Anjali for the medicine she gave me last night and to thank god for science by watching “The Matrix”. After all “God helps those who help themselves”.