tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45370923849663082632024-03-20T02:23:36.052+05:30If we learn from our mistakes, why aren't I a genius?Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-28339787564995963702011-06-07T23:15:00.001+05:302011-06-07T23:16:53.504+05:30The Consult'thing<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span">After having spent more than 35% of the year interning, Pareto(Mr. 80/20) would be cross with me, if i do not write enough about it. With due credit to a friend of mine who once said : 'Unless you have the courage to make fun of your profession, you would never enjoy it.'</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify; ">For laymen: The job of consultants in plain English is to compare Apples with Oranges. No wonder they travel back and forth from Shimla to Nagpur. Fondly call them Client Locations. There is less to Consult'thing than borrowing from other industries and countries to facilitate firms to climb the right ladders in a game of you know what.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Again for laymen who question their very existence: A consultant, they say is one who takes away sheep from a shepherd for counting his sheep. The question remains why the shepherd needs a consultant? Can't he count his own sheep? He cannot. A shepherd falls asleep as soon as he starts counting his sheep. Consultants do not. In fact they wake up at 4 in the morning and start out on an expedition to count people's sheep.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">There is also a popular view that consultants speak in the air. They sure do. A quarter of their life is spent at 25000 metres above mean sea level. They are the ones who actually use all that useless stuff you report spam from yatra(dot)com and other travel sites. A consultant without a frequent flyer number is like an oil company without a forward. For some of my less geekier friends, both these situations are equivalent to a computer without auto-sleep. Very uneconomical.</div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Consultants love to sell old wine in new bottle. The older the better. They know the best cures to any problem come from grandmothers book of recipes. Old wine found. Now for a new bottle, just create a D.A.D.I framework. Deploy. Analyse. Develop. Integrate. There you go. A framework that could pull wool over ears of even the most native speakers of hindi.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span">A consultant without laptop is like fish without water. The laptop search history itself is worth a million pounds. The hard disk is filled with pptx. The mail box is filled with travel details. The trash box is filled with mails from IT department. laptop hang is next only to heart fail. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">While making statements, I now ensure that they are equally applicable to shirt button manufacturers, dog kennel painters, rain-water harvesters and precision rocket makers alike (Read Globe). To a great extent, thats how we ensure we are always on the right track. And that is how we handle so many things back to back</span>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Internship was great. The classic case of - Firm recruits Intern. In Turn it expects power-points. The principal-agent problem. But somehow at the end of it all, I do have a positive answer to learnings from internship. </span>Project mentor ensured work was interesting. Co-interns ensured boredom was at bay. A metallic box of chocolates made up for any glitches. Work place had its fair share of diversity. And I could happily cross off Delhi on the places-yet-to-visit list.</div></div></div></div></div></span></span></div></span></span>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-6858163268843048772011-05-16T02:57:00.007+05:302011-05-16T19:09:35.605+05:30Delhi - The tale of A Fine city<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Delhi is a <b>fine</b> city. You get <b>fined</b> Rs.200 for spitting. However it doesn’t concern me. Seems I can afford it. The concern would be if everyone is able to afford it. The rising personal disposable income.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Adds a friend <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210950644822293068">Visky</a>: There is a <b>fine</b> of Rs. 200/- for smoking in Palika Bazaar and you know you can bargain everything here for 1/10th the price.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Delhi <b>fine</b>s you Rs. 500/- for walking on the metro track. That is if you are caught alive. (Otherwise your legal heir receives a sum of Rs. 50,000/-) Considering a metro rail speeds at 100 kmph with a 2 minute frequency, I would be reporting Guinness for beating a bat at what it does best. <b>Fine</b>s are no way to treat an aspiring Batman. Totally explains the sorry state of Indian Super-heroes who i believe have to pay hefty entertainment taxes too. To some extent also explains the sorry state of Indian Athletics. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Travelling over the roof attracts a <b>fine</b> of Rs. 50/-. Understood what LCC (Low cost countries) meant in the economics class. All, a bollywood director has to do is buy a smart card worth Rs.50/- each for the cast. Under 5000/- you have a pretty decent action shot/dance sequence as the (nonde)script demands. Totally explains why so many movies now-a-days have Delhi in their name. They all shifted base from the costlier Bombay.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Unauthorised graffiti (Assuming politician’s vote-me campaigns are authorised graffiti) will lead to imprisonment of 6 months. What is easier to get out of this mess. Unauthorised graffiti in a prison cell of course, where you can get away with a <b>fine</b> of Rs. 1000/-(Read Bail)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Gurgaon (Pronounced Grr..gaon) - Another fine city. Named after the <b>Fine</b> layer of dust that settles on your skin after a minute's walk. Buildings are tall and slender in the ratio of a 15 cm scale. In spite of the busy schedules people respect each other a lot here. But not so much to replace the tip of tongue Indian slang 'Teri...' with 'Aap ki...' followed by referrals to female blood relations.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">People said public transport was worse than Tusshar kapoor movies prior to shor in the city. But it is so easy to get a lift here. People in Audi, Skoda and Mercedes stop and invite you in. The catch however is that they need a local person to guide them along in the annoyingly confusing roads. Don't worry if you are not a haryanvi. Who doubts as long as you speak Hindi with a sense of temper.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Wake up One <b>fine</b> morning to catch the early bird and the lazy worm. Delhi is so <b>fine</b> before the sunshine - that is before you get an overdose of Vitamin D. The remaining vitamins you easily gather over a voracious meal in Old Delhi. Delhi makes a <b>fine</b> dine. (Btw Gurgaon doesn't)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Fine.</b> I stop the whine. I have no complaints. I am only :) at all the places I visited in my first ever visit to the national capital. Delhi keeps me well engrossed in the 9 week stay otherwise dominated by .xlsx and .pptx. Three more weeks before I can tag an album The <b>Fine Nine. </b></span></div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-8131494352974801042011-03-26T01:19:00.006+05:302011-03-26T01:40:45.557+05:30The 9 month Nemesis<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >At wimwi, you live in analogies. If you look at the 9 months you spent as PGP1 and the 9 odd months in gestation, you beat thousands of competitors to be where you are, yet you feel out of place in the womb. Slowly, you settle, the size of the Globe bulges and the pain increases. And then at the end of 9 months, there is something called 'LIFE'. The <b>PGP1 Survivor.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Strange it is how a place changes you faster than the speed at which you adopt it. And hence you are left asking yourself Why after you have done it. </span><span class="Apple-style-span">This place has <b>Forever</b>:</span></span></div><div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Changed the way I express my appreciation</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Changed the way I consume and prepare Juices</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Changed the speed with which I turn the pages</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Changed the speed with which I walk on grass and concrete</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Changed the way I express my words(Read: Bullet Points)</span></li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >When I look back I see, some of my most cherished moments have <b>a time stamp of xx:59:59</b> and some of the most humorous moments had <b>a GPS Location: classroom</b>. Attendance norms ensured it was almost always filled, and like one professor says, it is saturated with knowledge, because only the most talented students enter and when they leave they know nothing. True story. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Time flew really fast. Time flew a full cycle. At about this time last year, done with the interviews, I was busy reading random blogs by seniors about life at iim-x(x is a variable and not a city in the series of newly installed iim's), anxiously waiting for updates on Pagalguy, enjoying x versus y fights, taking advice from biased and unbiased mentors....</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And it's almost time to welcome a new batch of Fachhas. <b>On any day,</b> you will be handling no less than a few millions of dollars of company's assets. <b>On some days,</b> you would go speechless, for you would have exhausted all your words in an over-night assignment. <b>On some sundays,</b> all you do is refresh your facebook page. <b>On yet another,</b> you are busy surveying people for a project. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>On one No moon day,</b> you might be hell-busy mixing colors to win a Rangoli competition. <b>On yet another,</b> in Prof's words, busy torturing data trying to get it confess something. <b>On some 14th</b>, you might stand embarrassed, with dear friends deciding to play a prank on your crush. <b>On yet another,</b> you might be giving a quiz, unannounced, unconvinced, unsure and unable.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >PGP-1 changes your name forever and literally teaches you how to EXCEL. <b>PGP-1 changes the time you sleep, the food you eat and the bare minimums you need.</b> PGP-1 helps you understand your potential. Helps you calculate your modulus of elasticity.(Engineers Read: makes you realize how much you can stretch and yet return back to original state.) PGP1 ensures that every word written on this blog makes sense as you read it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >. . . . . . . . . <b>When I look at my womb for 9 months</b>, I see that the chairs were right there throughout. Every year a few feet sit together. At the end of the year they part ways. Very rarely are twins born. Very rarely are triplets born. Very rarely is life going to be as safe as the womb and as cosy as the room. Very rarely is the same experience relived. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The closest way any to relive them will be to read, like and comment on the incoming fachha's status updates and custom messages as they travel along these <b>9 wonderful months of Life. :|</b></span></div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-78744344320187443982011-03-11T17:58:00.003+05:302011-03-11T18:11:49.581+05:30Eyes Into Eyes. !!!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Eyes Into Eyes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yet to Break the Ice. !!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Eyes Into Eyes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >A Hidden Glance. A Guise. !!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Eyes Into Eyes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Anxious. Rolling like a Dice. !!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Eyes Into Eyes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Caught on. Paid the Price. !!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Eyes Into Eyes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Once Bitten. Shy Twice. !!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Eyes Into Eyes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yet they yearn & Rise. !!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Eyes Into Eyes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Unsure & Shy. They Realize. !!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Eyes Into Eyes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Broke the Ice. !!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-87162852856768203492011-01-25T01:35:00.000+05:302011-01-25T08:21:16.879+05:30Number Nostalgic<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >There are a few alphabets in everybody's name. There are also a few numbers in everybody's life. Numbers that bind you with memories. Your first room number. Your Dorm number. Your roll number. Your board examination total. Your B'date. Someone special's B'date. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >At Wimwi, you are supposed to come prepared to class with Number-Work. NPV, EOQ, Working Capital, Payoff of a Call Option, Demand Forecast, Market Share, P/E - Everything is a number. Everyday you run into numbers - sometimes 3 places past decimal point. They stay in mind till the class ends or your attention ends - whichever is earlier.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >There exists a different class of numbers stamped somewhere amongst neurons. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Over a game of bowling, I witnessed a number. 211. 4 Roommates on first day of the college. Each had a different story before we met. And then our stories overlapped. It remained the only room to have all 4 mechanical engineers. Now we live in all 4 directions of the country - Ahmedabad, Delhi, Jamshedpur & Bangalore.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >A few months earlier 178 turned out to be net bill of a Big Bazaar Outlet. For very long in my life it was Just another even number. Came July 2005 and it was my identity. Must have written it some 1000 times in 4 years on exam papers, library book issues, event registrations, fee receipts, doodling randomly, etcetera.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >19 was just another prime number. It already isn't. A few years down the line, It could turn up in strange ways. The price of a kilogram of tomatoes. An article of constitution. Points scored in one turn of Scrabble. Minimum temperature on a pleasant day. First Innings lead of team India. Group Size of your Workplace. It could touch you anywhere. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Then there are numbers you are sub-consciously conditioned. 3.14, 22/7 can mean only one thing. 273 will mostly remind you zero kelvin. 9 will be the number of planets. 101 will always be Dalmatians. 200 will be Sachin Tendulkar. 12 will be the signs of Zodiac. Inspite of Ophiuchus. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I do not believe in numerology. I don't care what it predicts. It is so open-ended, I could fit in anything that happens to me in it. Truth is you feel about some numbers consciously or sub-consciously. You Catch up on some old friends and memories and your day naturally turns out to be good (or bad). </span></div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-7581089439449446402011-01-05T23:06:00.000+05:302011-01-05T23:43:14.529+05:30The Facebook Diary 2010<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >So, 2010 died. I knew it for 12 long months. Looking at the facebook over the past year... In a moment injects you with the year gone-by. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">With due respect to my Dorm name here, Retrospecting <b>Month by Month</b>:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>January :</b></span> Zed hates working on sundays. Zed hates working on any day. Zed hates working. Zed loves working for <a href="http://getclub.co.in/">sponsorship</a>. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Any Day. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Zed loves Wheels. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>February :</b></span> Zed is mad at movie releases. Zed is still valentine hunting two weeks into the month. Zed hates people's horro(r)scope in the news feed.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >March :</span></b> Zed is reading volumes on PagalGuy. Zed watches KCK after a long A-Day interview.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >April :</span></b> Zed hates lack of summer holidays for first time in life. Zed posts 'A' on Apr 26th 2010 at 18:00 hours. Zed is busy replying ThanQ's on his facebook page. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >May :</span></b> Zed is enjoying Taureanism. Zed wishes he had a real WALL with all the scraps on it. Zed realises 'Earn a living' & 'Get a Life' sound similar but are not. Zed resigns. Zed gets his new Cam.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >June :</span></b> Zed gets his Dell'ivered. Zed enters A. Zed updates <a href="http://flavorz.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-view-of-iim.html">blog</a> on a sleepless night. Zed enjoys under artificial rain in a leading Indian B-school's campus.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >July :</span></b> Zed is cross at Kathy Engel. Zed learns the power of W(ha)T(i)F Analysis. Zed Witnesses Wetness at Wimwi. Zed is looking for a washing machine REMedial. Zed carries a few coins, a deck of cards and a pair of dice to an open book probability exam so he could experiment even if he cant make out anything. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >August :</span></b> Zed is part of a historic T-riumph and a true EchhadharEE. Zed sets the alarm clock at 6 A.M to go to sleep. Zed played a game of Dumb C where 'Shawshank ka Badla' was guessed as a movie name. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >September :</span></b> Zed is dyslexic now. Zed learns the power & usage of Globe. Zed is knee deep in deadlines gasping for breath. Zed hates the inventor of snooze.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >October :</span></b> Zed identifies himself with Kotler Keller koshy & Zah. Zed cant make out what is LONG and what is SHORT - Be it Financial markets or Goals in Life.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >November :</span></b> Zed is :) in Unnees - The concept on Diwali Day. Zed is part of a week whose result was 378 :D 's. Zed involved in a huge Status Update War. Zed turns Tintin on Facebook Cartoon Week. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >December :</span></b> Zed completes an academic requirement named Leadership. Zed's Dell keeps him warm in winter. Zed has a lot of enemies and is excessively tagged on facebook for no fault of his. Zed turns a Zebra. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>2010 :</b></span> Zed is happy he is part of a Golden Jubilee Celebration of A college and an alumnus of another that is celebrating one in the same year. Zed is happy that a T-shirt design is worn by someone somewhere in campus daily. Zed is happy at the views generated on the college's <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n954TikXGEk&feature=related">Golden jubilee Video</a>. Zed is happy at the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWT3YFbipjY">Laser sized Life show at IIM - A</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Zed is happy that he could witness both Sachin's 200 and Sachin's 50th Test Century. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Zed is happy that he happened to meet a few special people.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Zed is :) Zed is :D Zed is :P Zed is :( Zed is :| Zed is :) </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >P.S :</span></b> Zed is happy that he chose to write this blog over what is yet another Assignment.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div> </div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-998072506976155132010-12-05T14:24:00.007+05:302010-12-05T14:56:07.500+05:30Young at Heart !!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yesterday, was a field visit day. We witnessed a 100 experiments in Rs.1000/- initiative. Simple experiments to demonstrate simple facts that make you scratch your head. It was fun reliving the good old school days.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">At Wimwi, this was not the only day we put ourselves in Class 5 shoes. The last time I played Four Cups (as popularly called in my part of the country) was Standard 5. 12 Years later I happened to play it again. Yes, The same game w</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">here you write colors on one side and a secret message on the other. And you get ready to be teased the rest of the day.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">With the medium of instruction using management exercises & real cases over long laggard lectures, it is fun to actually be a part of the system. In the past one month we have made close to 2000 boats, 600 jumping frogs, Airplanes and other weird stuff hard to put a name to.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After all, most things that you learn here is something human brain is conditioned from birth with. There are so many things we as kids behaved rather than deciphering why.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When we were young, we played Name Place Animal Thing. The guessing game. Guess the same as the opposite player and you get 5 points. Guess differently and you get 10 poi</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nts. Weren't we sub-consciously applying Nash Equilibrium (popularly Prisoner's Dilemma) when we actually chose a strategy to maximize our pay-offs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When your elder brother wanted something, you wanted the same thing. You perhaps knew Operationally Standard product is easy to get over Customized product.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When someone asked us to choose between two options by pointing fingers at us. We playfully caught both fingers and said "Both of Em..." Weren't we actually hedging??</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When we made Sand Castles at the beach, wasn't the work a piece of art without any product development analysis? It was purely judgmental.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We were young. We were creative. We didn't fear What is Next. We just couldn't spell the Jargon. Now, we pronounce the jargon. We lost the former. But being young at heart is a choice you can always make.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I started with the field visit. So it is only logical I end with it. This happened to be one of the most beautiful pixels on an </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">eventful day less the long transit time. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/TPtW2gTrkOI/AAAAAAAABx8/zGWxqWiKO48/s1600/Squirrel%2BSCEB.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/TPtW2gTrkOI/AAAAAAAABx8/zGWxqWiKO48/s320/Squirrel%2BSCEB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547122860422303970" border="0" /></a></span></div><div> </div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-29488493225872373782010-11-18T21:20:00.006+05:302010-11-21T13:50:01.598+05:30Summers in Winter<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;">Before I came to WIMWI, I was on PagalGuy. I was sure I was going to meet a lot of people who had too strong opinions on too strange topics and if you get the flow right, people whose messages read, "I attempted 57 out of 60 questions. Remaining three questions were wrong. I think the cutoff will be 58 out of 60. The system is so unfair." I did meet some of them.<br /><br />Summers at Wimwi happen in early winter. Climatically it isn't cold enough. Emotionally very hot and intense. The name is somehow apt. Summers is celebrated with a lot of opinions here. Before entering one of the group-discussions my friend advised me to look up the horoscope. Taurus said that I was going to meet a lot of self-centered people today. Well, it predicted right.<br /><br />If u observe closely, In any GD, you find the following characters:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. The Ice-Breaker</span> - His job is pretty similar to the tube-light starter. Chip in when everyone is hesitant, show some leadership and relax for the most part.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. The know-it-all</span> - Every alternate word spoken in the GD comes out of his throat.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. The know-it-none</span> - Frequently uses 'Adding to...', 'Building on...', 'Supporting his...',<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. The Tangent Thinker</span> - Wanders away from the original topic by usage of words like "Thinking tangentially', "Radically different", "Looking from a new perspective..."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. The De-digressor</span> - His job is to chip in with "I think we are digressing from the topic" every 5 minutes.<br /><br />People who do not believe in Class participation also fight to insert a point. There is always one individual whom everyone hates post the GD.<br /><br />Interviews in many ways are the reverse of the pre-placement talks by firms. You face questions like "Tell me something about yourself that is not on your resume" and "Why this particular firm". The firms are just taking revenge of their ppt sessions when you asked Why are you here and Tell me something about yourself that is not in your ppt. This said, It is the most student-empowered placement program i have been through.<br /><br />As the process progresses, facebook updates reach a peak, Usage of :D 's and :) 's. and subtle status messages rise. You find African nation 'Congo' in the trending topics. Perhaps due to excessive usage of abbreviated Congratulations. There are always comparisons. There are some backbites. There are some frontbites. Fortunately it isnt cold enough for a frost bite.<br /><br />But there are things that bind us more than just placements. At the end of cluster 1, when a DayZee wimwian was asked, "Hey, Did you get placed?", the reply comes, "No, We aren't."<br />That is how we define 'You' and that is what defines us as a batch.<br /><br />The Golden jubilee Batch - Wimwi 2010-2012 !!!<br /><br />It comes once in 50 years and never again. You have to be a part of it to experience it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/TOjV0rMcWGI/AAAAAAAABxk/xppHfnKhyiE/s1600/Golden%2Bjubilee%2Blogo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/TOjV0rMcWGI/AAAAAAAABxk/xppHfnKhyiE/s320/Golden%2Bjubilee%2Blogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541914442404223074" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-14930854332062062632010-11-05T08:18:00.006+05:302010-11-05T11:34:27.652+05:30The pursuit of HappEness<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Some people blog just because they have it on their resume. Some others to express. Yet others to impress. The reasons do not matter. The blog does. And I decide to resume something that i classify as interests on my resume.</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Life at Wimwi is cruelly awesome. For Cat Aspirants who assume we are all nerds wearing spectacles 5 diopters deep, Good news : The batch average goes less than 1 diopter deep. Pretty much in the reach right. Not the best of analogies but all the best for CAT 2010.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Life at Wimwi is gruelly awesome. You get to see the early bird catching the worm daily. Literally. Once you witness it you go safely to sleep. And then you wake up before the bird digests the worm.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today, one such morning, I happened to witness this.</span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/TNNq1Um2YfI/AAAAAAAABxY/RLxBSs-jNIQ/s1600/IMG_2418.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/TNNq1Um2YfI/AAAAAAAABxY/RLxBSs-jNIQ/s320/IMG_2418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535885831265739250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And then I realized the importance of having a camera ready at hand. :) </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">More importantly i realized what I wanted to be. Deep down I am still a boy who likes to stare at a speeding airplane till it disappears in thin air(Literally). I am still the one who likes to throw water from the terrace and hear the sound as it taps the ground. Still the one who loves the distinct smell in the air after it rains, still the one who loves to experiment with the size and shape of shadows in the dark, still the one who loves reading old letters from friends & relatives ... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Somewhere in the rush you stop realizing it. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The little things that make you happy. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Its festival time and a great opportunity to revisit old friends. Friends</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> are like bank accounts. There is a savings account. There is a current account. You spend the whole life with your current account. You peak in to the savings account sometimes. Life goes on with the current account. All good memories are etched with the savings account.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have decided to send these memories (read photos) as part of an individual level 'Is diwali Aap Kisko Khush kar rahe ho' campaign.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The pursuit of HappEness is more than just a phrase.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And there is more than one reason for the 'E' in HappEness.</span><br /></div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-6226099058055434022010-06-19T02:34:00.007+05:302010-07-14T00:12:06.268+05:30First view of IIM - A<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/TBvaN4SXGVI/AAAAAAAABvw/-12bN93rvEg/s1600/IMG_0702.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484216903236262226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/TBvaN4SXGVI/AAAAAAAABvw/-12bN93rvEg/s320/IMG_0702.JPG" /></a> Finally after a 36 hour long journey I had my first step in IIM - A. Only to see that the college is full of steps. Perhaps it has its own way to teach u things. Life is full of steps. Lets leave philosophy here. The next important thing you will notice is brick. Like someone said that this college was built brick by brick by the people who happened to study here. The next amazing thing is you are lost. Yes, you are. You feel like a rookie on Counter Strike and to top it, the lift here has an G, A and B point instead of 1 and 2. You enter in one direction and exit in the other. Large diametric holes seem to be result of a grenade attack. But will soon realise that its no lesser architects marvel.<br /><br /><div><div><div>As historical as the moment seems they allotted me a number which read '1943'. The best <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/TBvZs0O3zJI/AAAAAAAABvo/24lV4NpfdoQ/s1600/IMG_0708.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 262px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484216335212203154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/TBvZs0O3zJI/AAAAAAAABvo/24lV4NpfdoQ/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" /></a>thing i can co-relate myself with 1943 is that I am in WIMWI and 1943 was the time of WWII. Alas !! No other historically significant event i can think of without using google. The previous occupant of this room was a ghajini of sorts from the scribblings on the wood to remind him of things that one might forget after 15 minutes of loosing oneself completely in the awesome campus. Inspired from 3 idiots a 'mm' comes into your room. It becomes clear that he knows the place in and out. Perhaps the one stop shop for all your hostel needs.</div><div></div><br /><div>One thing u realise very soon here is that your existing GSM/CDMA provider is running deep debt under roaming and you go looking for advice for a new connection. Here everyone has an offer for you. Uninor says that it gives 5% to 60% discount based on which tree you are standing under. tata docomo says that you will be charged on nano-second pulse. Idea gives easy connections as it wont take applications this time to save paper of course. virgin mobile trying to compete in saving paper is not even willing to provide recharge vouchers. Reliance thinks a picture speaks a thousand words and has life-sized hrithik posing with a flute. Sad story there is no ready pick. Students are on the look out of an operator who gives discount proportional to their cat percentiles. Alas.</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/TBvq5h5WdYI/AAAAAAAABwY/iovDf5uKsx8/s1600/IMG_0689.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484235245326071170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/TBvq5h5WdYI/AAAAAAAABwY/iovDf5uKsx8/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><div>A few other trivial and unimportant things to notice. The tissues you use inside the campus are themselves branded. They bear the logo and are branded for life. Yes, until they reach the 'Use Me'. The trees here are etched with their own scientific name, perhaps to entice the few of those non-engineer non-commerce people who somehow make it here. Magnifera Indica and Azadirachta Indica <img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484225776269032930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/TBviSW6OfeI/AAAAAAAABwA/qPvKfqxxwXw/s320/IMG_0677.JPG" />included. The college is mainly inhabited by three creatures. The homosapiens, avians and the canines. They bark at the CAT'S that come in but soon make friends. Avians however love being photographed and appeearing in subsequent college brochures. Homo sapiens are the ones that buy SIM cards and implement great ideas. For instance using solar panels to capture energy. A great idea to a place that is generally very hot by<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/TBvmso4XFuI/AAAAAAAABwI/8bF7YFBT9r8/s1600/IMG_0742.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 262px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484230625816155874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/TBvmso4XFuI/AAAAAAAABwI/8bF7YFBT9r8/s320/IMG_0742.JPG" /></a> the grace of god. And to go green further you have a special place called 'Joos'. And it sells the same things it pronounces. But all organic fresh and healthy. If appy fizz and grappo fizz are 'Two cool drinks to hangout with', Joos is 'Too many cool drinks to hang out with.' Also the best bet in a dry state. Calling it a dry state would be a misnomer. It actually is pretty humid. And locationally the power to follow a time zone of its own. People coming from other side of the subcontinent do not find it easy tracking time just by having a look at the sun. Unlike their territory the moon comes out much before it is dark. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484234309034941058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/TBvqDB8JmoI/AAAAAAAABwQ/ak8J9DFj5Bs/s320/IMG_0716.JPG" /></div></div></div>Finishing a post needs a power statement and I have none at my disposal. So i guess this post is going to have a sequel.Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-77767611534715883612010-06-05T00:22:00.002+05:302010-06-05T00:53:02.855+05:30The serial Twitter !!!<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Women have this extra ordinary capacity to take in minute details of as many as 10 clients in a single day. The capacity to lend an ear to each one of them and give focused attention while not neglecting any household work surprises me. And the fact that they attend these clients between 7 pm and 11:30 pm is incomparable. Okay..Yes, It's about the daily sops. But I tell you this is no mean feat.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I was just wondering how an advanced serial addict would use her twitter account :</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >7:12 pm - Kanika ropes in experienced truck driver to kill her husband's ex-love.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >7:47 pm - Thakur banishes his son for falling in love with a BPL(Below poverty line) girl.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >8:13 pm - Manav divorces archana to save his friend's brother's cousin in law's marriage.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >8:37 pm - Laali bribes doctor who forgot to take the hippocratic oath to produce a false pregnancy report.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >9:04 pm - Abha turns out to be an akhand saubhagyavati. (Beyond my English)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >9:49 pm - Shashtriji curses vaishali for mixing poison in her mother in law's milk.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >10:21 pm - Mukhiyaji locks up his daughter in the room for reasons to be declared soon.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >10:42 pm - mihir supposedly killed for the last 2 seasons returns as a memory lost fisherman</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >11:17 pm - Anandi's lighted candle(Read 'diya') which signified the life of her husband was put off due to heavy wind and a possible danger to his life.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >11:35 pm - There is so much of evil in this world. Let us sleep ourselves to peace. R.I.P to all the serial victims who lost their lives today. Good bye Tweepalikas !!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Like someone said - Anyone who disturbs midway through the serial is called a serial killer !!!<br /><br />P.S : This post is not to be generalised. Negative Assumptions are not to be made. Strictly for Fun (Read Truth !!!)</span>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-89010376152876860392010-05-20T06:56:00.000+05:302010-05-21T16:21:22.995+05:30Scratch to Staunch !!!<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Post school when we parted we had Slam Books. Yes, Those colourful diaries with questions from favorite toilet soap to darkest unrevealed secret used to be circulated among friends. Their birthdays, contact numbers, favorite cuisines, first crushes all safely stored.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Post Grad when we parted we had diaries. Real diaries. Pages of White. No questions just feelings. Long testimonials written in the form of 'How i met my best friend' unending hate for the mess food and love for maggi and the CS and the AOE and the mass bunks and the mass drunks and the etc; Just feelings. All material data stored safely on orkut & facebook and the etc;</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >When i joined work though, I never thought that anything even similar could be experienced. The long process of making friends. From Scratch to Staunch !!! I never thought close friends could be made at this stage of life. It seems close friends can be made at any stage of life. And beyond a particular stage you do not need slam books or diaries or orkut or facebook or etc to store them. You just do.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Now leaving on another journey, from east to the west (No, I am not going abroad), towards another stage of life, towards another long process of making friends. From Scratch to Staunch !!! Knowing names. Knowing hometowns, grad colleges, work places, making fun of it, coining nick-names, knowing each others strengths and weaknesses, pursuing hobbies, discussing nonsense, playing pranks, gossiping, interlinking,... and on and on and on... !!!</span>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-58878121934767108492009-12-07T11:30:00.006+05:302009-12-07T11:56:38.967+05:30CAT 2009 Analysis for Pests<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><b style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">There has been a lot of hunky dory on CAT, the mouse and its effects. Mr.Chidiya (Name changed) has come up with some real cool tools for CAT aspirants:</b></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">1. Who said cheat codes do not work. Click XYZSPOON on your keyboard and your timer will rises up very rapidly. Since time shown is the 'time left' therefore it is good to have your time increasing.</span><img style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" src="http://static.pagalguy.net/pagalguy/smilies/w00t.gif" alt="" title="W00t" class="inlineimg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> 2. Who said water was not allowed. You just had to type 'WATER PLEASE' and Aloha 100 units of water are allotted which is indicated at the top left corner of the screen. And what is more - you can have food, wood, gold and stone too by the same proces. Everything is allowed.</span><img style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" src="http://static.pagalguy.net/pagalguy/smilies/seeya.gif" alt="" title="Seeya" class="inlineimg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> 3. You can always refresh the timer by pressing F5.</span><img style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" src="http://static.pagalguy.net/pagalguy/smilies/sneaky1.gif" alt="" title="Sneaky" class="inlineimg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> 4. You can always dismiss a question by reporting it spam and you wouldnt have to play such difficult levels again.</span><img style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" src="http://static.pagalguy.net/pagalguy/smilies/offtopic.gif" alt="" title="Offtopic" class="inlineimg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> 5. Cellphones are not allowed inside but yeah you can always log on to indyarocks.com. Complaints that players who already had an indyarocks account had an unfair advantage over those who did nt because it took a good amount of time to register.</span><img style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" src="http://static.pagalguy.net/pagalguy/smilies/listen.gif" alt="" title="Listen" class="inlineimg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> <b style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Mr. Chideeya (Name changed twice to maintain anonymity) also claimed that the game had been very good to him coz it gave him an unfair advantage over others in aspects like:</b></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">1. Due to capacity constraint some had to do with camlin pencils and some apsara and those who got the former benefitted due to extra long nib life. However it had a free eraser (and free things suck), so you couldnt rub anything. but that was manageable.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> 2. While some got A4 sheets for rough work, some got A3.9 sheets which left them with approximately 1.2 cm2 less paper to work upon.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> 3. Some candidates who had strong vitamin A content prior to the game - i hope you get it. Claims are on that in the biometric check prior to the game should even gauge vitamin A quotient and subsequently scores normalised. (Candidates of Bengali domicile whose staple food is fish, the most important source of vitamin A will automatically see 10 marks deducted from their net score. Other coastal region students will also witness 5-10 marks deduction depending on the topography and fish price index)</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> 4. Candidates in second slot also had an unfair advantage of vitamin - D and NIN, hyderabad is working out on a formula to normalise slot 1 and slot 2 points/scores. (However CAT convener dismissed all claims regarding the effect of vitamin D on performance as false.)</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> <b style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Some more news from prometric regarding steps to be introduced next year:</b></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">1. Taking into consideration the different physical levels of candidates, they have to come to the test locations 5 hours prior to the test where the candidates will be verified and then fed so that their protien/vitamin/mineral content are equal before going into the exam. (Coaching institutes are already claiming that they are geared up for this new version and would hire dieticians to boost their students performance.)</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> 2. However no normalisation would take place between those who pray to God more ferverntly than others because 'Right to religion and expression' are alreasy present in fundamental rights of india. However foreign nationals applying have to go through a 'What percent do you believe in GOD' test on facebook and submit the results with the url duly attested by MD, facebook india.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> 3. However there is no returning to the paper-pencil format as amount of paper that comes into usage has drastically reduced. Only pencils are used for working on rough sheets given in any slot. They will be taken back and rubbed using an eraser and will be recycled in the subsequent slot thereby minimising wastage further. (Candidates can apply for the post of 'Chief Rough sheet rubber' on or before CAT 2010 and they will be compensated in the grade 8000 - 12000 depending on prior experience). </span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" >Well, Thats CAT 2009 - Analysis discussions for pessimists out there. You get a chance and you critify(good word) anything. Unless you breach non-disclosure agreement how do you even know that questions repeat or get copied. Personally i think it is a step forward and everything should go much smoother next year.</span><br /></div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-65148978933813300292009-10-03T01:03:00.002+05:302009-10-03T01:22:37.759+05:30A decade ago !!!<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Well, I saw this old Complan Ad of Shahid Kapoor and Ayesha Takia on Youtube at </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-fysFHfBYM">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-fysFHfBYM</a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > and couldn't stop wondering how big actually i have grown. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >So, I decided that I'd make my own list for all of us, who are now in early twenty's and our childhood spent in India, This must be true for most of us:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >1. Unlike our younger siblings, we have seen a sparrow and have chased squirrels</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >2. <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">It was mandatory to buy tinkle digest at railway stations</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >3. There was conflict on whether mercury or pluto was the smallest planet.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >4. 50% of our grandparents always fought with the other 50% (grandma Vs grandpa)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >5. We have seen a million distinct coconut trees (More so for Southern India)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >6. <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Udit narayan sang the majority of songs but sonu nigam was the hot favorite.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >7. Our grandfathers had newspaper cuttings of 1960's and 1970's.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >8. Sales of babool gum and boomer were due to the free tattoos that came along.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >9. Essel world was the place to go.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >10. Veerappan - We know who he is and what he is</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >11. We know what Asian sky shop is</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >12. <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">There was infinite stock of nebasulf powder at home to spray on our wounds.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >13. Mangoes came not in multiples of 13 but in multiples of 50.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >14. Akshay kumar was someone who could do only action movies like perhaps sunil shetty and sunny deol.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >15. NRI's(primarily from US, Dubai and sharjah and sometimes singapore) who came to visit our house had to bring chocolates.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >16. Only half of these foreign chocolates were tasty enough to eat.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >17. Unlike daily sops we had to wait one whole week to watch our favorite program.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >18. William shakespeare ruled the English text books.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >19. <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">An imaginary tooth fairy came to pick our broken milk teeth.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >20. Election day was a welcome holiday not on the calendar.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >21. We had some really insane Michael Jackson Fans as friends.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >22. Shahrukh khan movies were watched atleast twice.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >23. <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">The pink candy at exhibitions and fairs was the tastiest thing on earth.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >24. We somehow did not like mahatma gandhi over other freedom fighters</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >25. However we were surprised that our social teacher gave him so much credit.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >26. <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">We would run to the terrace as soon as we hear a helicopter/aeroplane engine chugging.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >27. We loved and feared the view atop the giant wheel.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >28. Amitabh Bachan still did lead roles for films.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >29. Cricket matches were held in sharjah also.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >30. We were prohibited from climbing a ladder for fear we would fall.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >31. We did climb the ladder atleast once.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >32. We started experimenting our signature we hoped to use when we grew up.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >33. <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">If Amrish Puri is in a movie then he is the villain.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >34. It was mandatory to be awake until midnight for newyear.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >35. Cartoon network rocked. Tom and jerry Rocked.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >36. We wished we had alladin's genie and magic carpet kaleen.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >37. Our first spinach lunch was after we watched the popeye show.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >38. Mowgli and his jungle was mandatory every sundays.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >39. We played WWF cards atleast once.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >40. <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">April Fool was done by showing a lizard which wasnt there.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >41. <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Fathers were allowed to go only to 'The Office' without taking us children.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >42. We waved at the trains at the rail-road crossing.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >43. A 5 story building could easily be the tallest edifice in our town.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >44. Aishwarya Rai made us proud when she became the miss world.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >45. We knew how to make boats and aeroplanes with paper.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >46. The school principal was someone to be afraid of.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >47. Newton was the jack of all trades - Science , social , maths What not..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >48. Goats were real cute creatures to feed.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >49. <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Shankar dayal sharma was answers to one of the G.K.Questions.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >50. Finding a 25 paise coin on the road was also profitable.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >51. <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Empty tooth paste boxes and broken bangles were also things to play with.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >52. We know the rules of kabaddi and kho-kho.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >53. S.Radhakrishnan was a hero on teachers day.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >54. We had our own collectin of hotwheels/barbie dolls.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >55. We hated to share this collection with other kids.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >56. People came form nowhere and pulled our cheeks and asked if we remembered them.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >57. The number of ambassador cars were countless.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >58. <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">The way to choose who played first was In-pin Safety pin.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >59. Penguins and Zebra's were fascinating but never found in a zoo.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >60. Arabian sea, Bay of Bengal and the Indian ocean all seemed the same.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >61. <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Spotting France on the world political map was an achievement.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >62. Knowing more than 100 country capitals stood us a marvel.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >63. Identifying these country flags too and we were a child prodigy.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >64. There was a bottle of rasna at home always.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >65. Titanic/Jurassic park was the first English movie we saw.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >66. It was fun to read station names from a speeding train.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >67. <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">If Pickles were not home-made they were 'PRIYA Pickles'</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >68. The only way to drive away mosquitoes were good night mats.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >69. We have seen movie posters on stick-no-bill signs.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >70. Oxygen was indeed 21% of the composition of the air.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >71. Photosynthesis was the longest word in English</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >72. <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">School bus was the longest way to reach the house.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >73. Popcorns in theaters and eclairs in groceries were mandatory.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >74. Hibiscus was a flower that every neighbour grew.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >75. <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">DD National was full of programs starting with 'S' - Shanti, swabhiman, Saboot, Shaktiman and even NEWS was Samachar...</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >This list is endless. I bet there are lots more....</span>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-40677257413316898652009-09-27T00:20:00.000+05:302009-09-28T01:51:11.444+05:30How to Leave ??<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >When you start working, you will realise that 'A leave' is something that becomes as precious a commodity as water & electricity. Use very sparingly. And when you really need to have one, there are fewer than a few ways of getting them without any tricks.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >#1 Donate Blood -</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">What you do -</span> Sell blood to get a leave</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Advantage -</span> You get points for Social Responsibility</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Disadvantage - </span>You loose good amount of blood.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >For those who are too afraid to be pierced with a needle, I'm sorry, Science is yet to find a method of transferring blood via BLUETOOTH.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >#2 Fall Sick -</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">What you do -</span> Pretend to fall sick</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Advantage -</span> You get free medicines out of company cost</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Disadvantage -</span> You could actually be fired for lying(if caught)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >For those who are too naive to lie, Act fast before science finds it way into corporate houses, you could be caught lying on the phone through voice modulations.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >#3 Have a baby</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">What you do -</span> You know !!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Advantage -</span> (Optional) You get married.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Disadvantage -</span> Works only for women.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Again a word of caution before trying this : Cross-check the family details your HR has and give at least one year gap between two consecutive such leaves.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >#4 Get IOW(Injury on work)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">What you do</span> - Wait for a 5000 ton press to 'Nearly' fall on you/ 'Nearly' suck yourself in the compressor fan/ 'Nearly' manage the metal chips to cut you through/ etc etc;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Advantage -</span> Straightforward - you can enjoy a leave of as long as a month</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Disadvantage </span>- You can do nothing much on a hospital bed, can you?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Again here, Not taking the word 'Nearly' seriously could prove to be Fatal.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />Anybody has better ways of having a leave please do communicate. </span>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-14756876158650795152009-07-23T15:06:00.004+05:302009-07-23T15:12:33.944+05:30Online Cat - Suggestions !!<span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:midnightblue;" ><span class="spnMessageText" id="msg"><b>Well, this is an open letter to T.I.M.E , the pioneer in CAT coaching to resolve some of the issues bothering its students. Hope it catches the right eye :|<br /><br />To<br />TIME,<br />Across India</b><br /><br />There are certain issues many CAT aspirants have been discussing of late and there are some things that we are very unsatisfied with. The first and foremost being the large test window for writing the AIMCATS. Unlike the paper-pencil format where we had the option of re-doing the questions/ attempting the unsolved ones once back home, in the online format there is an alienation for almost 10 days. Even a test window of 7 days seems very long. When finally the paper was released after the test window what we find is that the questions and answers are provided together. I believe you too would know there is vital difference between solving a question whose answer you do not know and whose answer is clearly visible. And add to it the adoptation of online AIMCAT by various centres across INDIA - with the staff themselves not completely trained for the online version-, aspirants are very cross. The infrastructure leaves a lot to be desired.<br /><br />However We believe that shifting from paper-pencil to online mode in such a short span is very difficult and TIME has been <span style="font-weight: bold;">very generous</span> in its decision not to burden the student with an increase in fees. The approach to online CAT itself is very satisfactory. We belive everything cant be gained and we have to make a few compromises or rather take time to adopt for online version but there are a few things we would like you to think upon and make the process of exam more benifitable.<br /><br /><br /><b>For example, it is very difficult to provide very good infrastructure to each test centre for online CAT but providing a very sound software can easlily be done.<br /><br />Atleast the attempted questions should be saved every 1 minute. The current pulse seems to be 15 minutes. We dont attempt more than one or two questions in a minute. The Timer should be such that if power fails and one has to relogin, the time should continue from the exact second.<br /><br />The question paper (without solutions) after the exam should be available on the student home page of those who have given the test and in such a way that there is no provision of copying it to the computer. There still are ways to copy it by using external sources but not everybody knows these.<br /><br />The net score of each individual should be given at the end of test with no mention of sectional rights and wrongs. The student if he desires can look at the questions and figure it out himself where he has gone right/wrong. (This will improve the reasoning skills of students too...)<br /><br />Provision should be made for writing the non-invigilated online aimcats at respective test centres for those who feel they cant get the exam environment at home. It is possible there will be interruptions at home from curious siblings or a post man at the door.<br /><br />If TIME is afraid releasing the question paper just after the exam will give way for misuse, it should remember that no honest-aspirant of CAT will try to know the paper beforehand and attempt. And with respect to dishonest takers, TIME need not worry as they serve them no purpose. The only thing that can deviate is the ALL-India Ranking which i think one can compromise for an instant score card.</b><br /><br /><br />One more thing is that both aimcats 1017 and 1016 are not allowed for those who enrolled only for the test series. I think for most of us who are giving CAT for the second time it is both economically and strategically feasible only to enroll for the test series. So, why is it that two consecutive aimcats are not allowed. But perhaps TIME has something in mind when it has taken this decision and is not of as much importance when compared with the earlier problems we put forth.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">All of us (mostly previous students of TIME) still believe TIME is the best for CAT coaching. One should never curse the driver of the vehicle one is travelling in. So we hope TIME rectifies these little things for the sake of it's own standards that it has set over the past few years.</span><br /><br />Thanking you,<br />Yours Sincerely,<br />CAT Aspirants<br /><br />P.S : The problems i put forth largely might seem from those who are giving the CAT for the second/third time as they compare it with the paper-pencil format that has from long existed but these little things will be of valuable use for the first timers of CAT also. Morever among those who get iim calls the percentage of repeaters is higher than the first timers.</span></span>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-77874308577129774352009-05-03T01:15:00.005+05:302009-05-03T01:36:23.273+05:30Room Excavation !!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >It is sad but you have to pack your things and go back. And when you start this final packing, you will unravel lots of interesting things that sat in the corner of your room till today. You look at them and listen to each of its stories while slowly packing. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">1.</span> A Doctor prescription dated 14th november 2007 that gave me spectacles for the first time and for life.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">2.</span> Two Citi residency discount coupons whose validity was over in August 2008.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">3.</span> A birthday card from Uday given 2 months after my bday and which read : </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Some B'day cards are flowery and frilly, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Some B'day cards are goofy adn silly,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Some B'day cards are cold and sedate,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >And some B'day cards like this one are,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Late !!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">4.</span> Autumn 07 edition of Deja Vu- college's newsletter and <a href="http://flavorz.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-college-uncensored.html">My Article</a> in it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">5.</span> 'One love' song lyrics which i gave my junior to write during ragging. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">6.</span> A 40 page CAD-CAM assignment that took a whole day to write back then.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">7.</span> A ninth class computer text book i brought here to learn html which i never did. And also a logarithmic tables book.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">8.</span> A college letter that ordered us to refrain from ragging and get a signed letter from parents supporitng it. All of us </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >forged it. No one will travel/courier 1500 kms to get a piece of letter signed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">9. </span>The first question paper i set as part of Maths N Tech club, set of 30 questions to solve in 30 minutes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">10.</span> A january 2006 calendar of events, that month I dont know why but i recorded everything</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >prominent of which are</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Jan 15 - Gulti family rejoins after winter</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Jan 21 - the first real session of ragging (which meant seniors beat you) </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Jan 25 - Seniors asked me to propose shruti coz she was a telugu speaking girl </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Jan 28 - Session got cancelled luckily.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >There are a lot more things to look at and smile and upon.... Life always gives you memories. They dont come with pictures. They come with real things that you can touch and reminisce.</span><br /></div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-25501376274698019442009-04-28T22:59:00.005+05:302009-04-29T12:20:56.893+05:30Final words !!!<div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;">This post is all about ME ... ME - Mechanical Engineering</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><br />It's good when things come to you when you least expect it. The departmental farewell was something that came so. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">There were highs and lows in Dept of Mechanical Engineering and both were memorable. We gave two grand viva's that showed our real calibre. We were cross questioned by Professors on things we had no idea upon. We were dipped into CATIA when we least wanted to.(But this was of great help...). We just managed to get out alive from the Electrical machines laboratory. We sold 'Chededeen' to our professors. We minted marks for nothing. We were fined 25,000 /- rupees for NOT breaking a vernier height gauge. (It was cancelled after a month luckily...).We manipulated values of the Standard Units to get answers. Things like Simply Supported Beam and methods like Simplex Method were too complex for us. We painted our drawing sheets instead of Engineering drawing. We gave seminar's on each other's topics and project on senior's topics. But we were very decent. We didn't give mis-calls to the very professor who was teaching us in the class. We din't fling chalk pieces at them. We didn't comment them in their presence. :D</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">On the occasion of Farewell, I would like to record words of our professors in their final address to us:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Prof. I. Basak :</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Points at the banner behind that reads 'FAREWELL' and says</span> " FARE WELL IN YOUR LIFE"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Prof.B.Halder :</span> A chicken needs to come out of its shell to grow. But it should not forget the shell because it was what provided witht the initial nutrients for its growth. Never forget this shell - NIT Durgapur.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Prof. A.K. Pramanik :</span> I taught you thermodynamics and it is my habit to deal with ideal processes and ideal cycles. You have been in such a state till now. You are going to go out of the ideal case into the real world. All the best.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Prof. N.Hui :</span> Do not continue your future the same way you read Air conditioning and refrigeration (<span style="font-style: italic;">The toughest subject of ME</span>), You need to control your life properly. And every time in life try to optimize and achieve maximum efficiency.(<span style="font-style: italic;">He teaches Control systems and operation research</span>)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Prof. N.Banerjee : </span>I will tell you a story. There was once a stone statue carver. He was selling his statues while a passer by asked him about another statue that was kept at the back of the stack. The carver said that it has a small hole and is defective. The man said that It wouldn't matter because when this was mounted at a height of 30-40 metres it wouldnt matter. No one would know its defective. The man said " I would know that it was defective." Similarly only the college and the professors know whatever defect is in you. Outside this world no one knows you. You are just 2k9 Mechanical Pass out. Use this oppurtunity to prove yourself inspite of what you were in the college.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Prof. A.K.Saha : </span>The 2k5-2k9 batch rocked. It was a batch that took a lot of initiatives and that achieved a lot. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Prof.A.Layek :</span> All the best for your future.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Don't know when the whole batch will meet again. It might not be long for there is a convocation. Hope we all make it and share our 5 month Real life Experiences.......</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-934815239643206512009-03-23T15:30:00.005+05:302009-03-24T02:19:56.480+05:30A Rupee's story !!!<div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I was born in 1991 in bombay. I weighed 10 grams when I was born. I still weigh the same. Over the years I look the same but I lost some of my shine. And always My net worth was just one rupee.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The very first transaction that I recall is the one when a kind-hearted man gave me to his son on the day of Eid-ul-fitr. I was shining like silver that day.The boy clutched me tightly in his hands all through that day. At the end of the day however I went in exchange to a lolli-pop.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I was in the possession of many boys. Some were good enough to give me to their mothers. Some kept me in their pencil box. But some tied a thread around me and dragged me all along the road. I was frequently used by high school boys to draw a circle and that made my edges black. I was used to represent how solar eclipses occur. I was used to represent nuclear fission reaction. I was used to give a simple example of probability. However I was too small to represent Rutherford's atomic model. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I used to travel a lot. Today in bombay and the next in calcutta. I remember an international visit too. I had to bear all the seasons. I would be cold in kashmir, hot in rajasthan and almost always wet in kerala. I was 10 years old when a boy put me on a railway track to see what would happen if a train ran over me. I survived when someone suggested him to replace me with a 5 rupee one. I was thankful to the minting press for making me slim. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >One day I entered the NIT campus. The first purpose I served in the NIT was to decide who would bat first in the cricket ground. I was often used in exchange for the 101 and 111 top-ups of Reliance and airtel. There was a place called TECHNO where I exchanged hands nearly 60 times in an hour between 10-30 and 11-30 pm.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">I was touched by both vegetarians and non-vegetarians. I was licked by dogs and 3 year old's. I was the profit margin for a vegetable seller. I was the charity outside places of worship. I vanished under a magician. I was suddenly found in a bus-taker's pocket. I allowed people 60 seconds of chit-chat. I could fetch 15 marbles for a child. 2 of my kind could fetch 3 pani puri's to the teen. 3 of my kind would fetch protection for an adult. 4 of my kind would fetch a day's tobacco for an old man.</span> </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >But now I am neglected. The two rupee ones seem to be everywhere. They are now circular and have taken my place in the geometry class. I don't fetch a newspaper anymore. I am not sufficient to predict your weight at the railway station. I don't know how many days before I loose my place in the bus conductor's pouch and the xerox machine's desk. May be in a few days I will not even be worth charity. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">One</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">day I fell in the hands of a 18 year old coin collector. He looked at the year inscribed on me. He loved the fact that both of us were 18 years old. And immediately I found myself in a dark box with a number of other coins. I suppose this is my death. And this box seems no less than a coffin. I have lost track of time since then. May be this is what it means to say '18 till I</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">die'.</span> </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Everyone has desires in life. Even I do. I want to decide who would bat first in an India-Pakistan encounter. I want dhoni to take the call and I would willfully fall as per his wish. But it seems so far now. . . . . ! ! ! </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-79102024336016447192009-02-17T21:37:00.006+05:302009-02-18T18:15:12.693+05:30The Travelogue !!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Usually travelogue refers to a place. But this travelogue travels in time. To my first year. To my first days in the college. <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Irrelevant though, the legal age for marrying in india is 21. Atleast for men. And my dear friend, RAJU GUGULOTHU, turned 21, some 4 months back, is currently married. Married on 13th of Feb. 2009, 9-35 A.M, IST @ Mangalabandi Tanda, Warangal. </span></span><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"></blockquote><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I never expected that someone I would meet on the first day of the college as my room mate will marry mid way in his final year. I remember he received a call from a girl on 14th February 2006 on my number. I never expected though that he would be marrying her on 13th of February 2009. I remember he bought some bangles and ear rings from BIG BAZAAR in December</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2005. I never expected he would be preparing his wedding suit in December 2008. </span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I remember the first day he told me about her, way back in September 2005. I never expected though that her name would be scripted on their wedding card so soon.</span><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"></blockquote><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I am his first year room mate, 4 year branch mate, 7 month ragging mate and an eternal friend. I have some little known facts about him. He would struggle with hindi sometimes, he would heat 3 buckets of water in winter to take a bath(which even i followed), he was fond of roll no : 05/166 atleast for a small period of time, and also recieved some festival bonus from Prof. Kumbhakar, dept of physics to buy sweets. He found a hundred rupee note on the road once, he got a Waitlist 265 ticket confirmed on a train once. we were 4 mechanical engineers in one room and it was the only room in the whole of Hall-9 which had 4 students from the same branch. </span><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"></blockquote><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >We would play cricket and chess in that first year room. Satish panda the other mechanical was a clear winner at chess. you can look at him and you would know how he earned his -5.5 power spectacles. Of course, the obvious. He was fond of a particular roll number too, but due to some special reasons I wont be mentioning it. The strange thing about him was that he had an airtel number which started with '9'</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;">. <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Okay Okay that's not strange. </span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >But the strange thing is that his balance suddenly falls by Rs. 50 /- for cricket updates which he never subscribed. He never complained about anything. I have so many sorry's to tell him, for things i dont like to recall. All these aside, he topped the room in the first semester with a grade point of 8.7/10. Though he spoke hindi, he had strange flaws in it. He used 'Main jaa raha hoon' for both 'Im going' and 'Im coming'.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><blockquote></blockquote> </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Our fourth partner GOPAL SINGH, on the contrary was a hindi pundit. Flawless both in ascent and pronounciation. He would correct us in grammar and was ever ready with the meaning of any stringent hindi Vocabulary. I remember he wrote a 4 page essay once in ragging on a COW'S TAIL. He had seniors who changed his name to PALGO SINGH. And to-date he is also known 'palgo'. When i first entered our room, he'd already reached and had a really colourful bedsheet on his mattress. I don't recall him being in fond of any particular roll number. But i remember he suffered from typhoid for no fault of his. Like satish, he also never complains but he had a friend who always complained. They called him Alok khatiyar. He could curse the college, the mess food, anything he could imagine. But hearing him was fun. </span><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"></blockquote><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >None of us had a camera or a mobile with a camera and so we could never record our time together. It just remains in the neurons. But the pixels are large enough not to erase. We had weekly room cleaning sessions in which all the 4 participated actively. Every 15 days or so we would change the alignment of beds. If only we had paint for free, we would have painted our walls lavender. </span><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"></blockquote><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >It has been a long journey since then. We are about to complete our engineering. We have very little time left here in college. May be we will meet next in our convocation. May be Raju, the married man will be blessed with a child by then. The travelogue of TIME. Time will only tell....</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-60199660261187760502008-10-23T19:12:00.004+05:302008-10-23T21:33:33.111+05:30Your dreams are not yours alone !!!<div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">You asked her to make do in a one-room apartment, She did.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">You got up at three to watch the world cup, She made tea.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">You never had to worry. About your health, your mom, your kids. She did.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">You were too busy to call everyday. She understood.<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">You sometimes forgot to say , "I love you."She never forgot.<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">When she cried, she cried alone. Whenever you cried she cried with you.<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Your dreams are not yours alone. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .<br /><br /></span><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/SQBe4SvfsMI/AAAAAAAAALI/cqlh2P9Vewc/s1600-h/bound_together_in_love.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/SQBe4SvfsMI/AAAAAAAAALI/cqlh2P9Vewc/s320/bound_together_in_love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260308685965471938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Thus went the advertisement of Union Bank of India - Good people to bank with.<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">My money was safe with Union bank of india. And it was amusing to find the half page advertisement of the bank I most trusted on the first page of my morning newspaper. In my admiration of the bank and the advt. I forgot one other important thing. That Union bank of india was not the only bank managing my dreams. There was another, boiling tea in the kitchen and burning hands to cook the breakfast.</span><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">A look at today's date said that today was the date when i first opened my account in Union bank of India, the date when I first learnt to fill up a form and deposit money in the bank at the age of 17. The date when i saw her for the first time - standing in the line next to me. Today was the date, years ago, that I fell in love.<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">It was the same date when I built up enough courage to try and talk to her. I slid the pen I'd brought inside my pocket and asked her for one. She generously lent it. However I had a tough time filling the already filled up form. I saw that I'd missed the date. I asked her the date. She thought I was dumb. I couldnt fare much better. She in all this melodrama forgot the pen she'd lent me. I couldnt be happier.</span><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Over the next few days I paid regular visits to the bank, I was ready with the pen and a few rehearsed dialogues. Much to my disappointment she did not turn up. And gradually my frequency of visits also declined. But whenever I went I scanned the bank completely.She must be cursing me for the loss of a costly pen.<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Years passed. I completed my engineering. Posted at kolkata with a reputed firm and a respectable pay I grew busy in work. My salary was linked with Union bank of India. An ATM in front of my one-room apartment was the source for me. But one day I had to go to the bank to manually withdraw because the ATM wasnt working. </span><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">After a long wait in the line, I finally reached the counter. Whom should I see there behind the cash counter but her. Yeah the same cute one that lent me the pen. She didnt remember me. I didnt think excavating old facts would please the busy banker or the ones standing behind me. I left the counter normally, almost raided my room to find the Epic pen and finally found it tucked in my dairy.<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">I waited for her to get out of the bank that evening. After waiting in the senior citizen lounge in the bank for an hour, she finally came out. I approached her with the pen. She thought i was a salesman. It took some time to remind her of the whole episode. She still thought i was dumb. A few minutes spent discussing the old town, another few minutes spent discussing the arrival in this town. In those few minutes I understood that I was drifting. </span><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Friendship followed. Love traversed. Marriage succeeded. Responsibilities sprang up. Life just continued. Home - Office - Home - Office. Over the years something was lost. It was the same morning tea she had always made but slowly we dint have it together. We no longer watched movies in a theatre unlike the once upon times. Calls on the phone no longer cost as much now. Year after year we spent lesser times in form of vacations or eating out. There was no strife or quarrel but it just happened. A slow and steady decline not in love but in showing affection.<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">This paper advertisement has reminisced some fond memories. After all life can never be lived alone. Someone intentionally or unintentionally, with your knowledge or without lives with you. No part of the life is completely yours alone. Of course our dreams are not ours alone. </span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">She came into the verandah to give me my morning tea. I caught her hand before holding the the cup and gestured her to sit down. Today she can think is another day I grew dumb. Doesnt matter. Love is for everyone. Who said old people cant love? Atleast Cheeni kum was one of the movies we watched. The only sad thing was that she burnt the breakfast on the day we rediscovered love. </span><br /><br /></div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-22735624429124951882008-10-16T21:19:00.002+05:302008-10-16T22:59:50.226+05:30All Silver Tea Cups !!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">A look at my blogging record of the past 5 months shows me in real poor light. The reason - The all reducing frequency of my blog updation. Every time I start writing after a really long while I feel blank as to what to write. And this time too this is an updation without any particular theme.<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">But these days whenever I look at my little piano or even think of it I imagine myself in the shoes of shahid kapoor (of course the one in Jab we Met) and I find myself playing it fervently and the song plays automatically in my ears. The only thing I dont know whom to put in the shoes of 'Geet'. Dramatic isn't it? But I so want to be close to one particular musical instrument and be able to play it effortlessly.<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Dont think deep into the title of the post. It suggests nothing much except that it was one of the memory techniques we were taught in school to remember which functions out of sine cosine and tan of triginometry were positive in which quadrants. ALL SILVER TEA CUPS !!!<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Just one note of caution to end the blog. Do not board any special train introduced by indian railways to clear off festive rushes. They run really late. I have just been a victim of one of those which ran 9 and half hours late !!!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-75709166473106032182008-09-16T03:16:00.006+05:302008-09-16T15:00:56.030+05:30The making of WOB !!!<div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;">I will start the post with a paradox -<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">'No one goes to Maths N Tech Club events. It is very crowded'</span><br /><br />If the Student Activity Centre a.k.a SAC cannot accomodate the crowd, what will ? So, a brief 'ThanQ' to all the professors who declared class tests the next day and reduced the occupancy of SAC. And 'ThanQ' to God, who rained the premises and reduced the occupancy further and also for cooling the SAC which would have been boiling otherwise.<br /><br />A sense of satisfaction grips us all for having pulled over the event well. Precisely speaking, the whole event War of the branches went pretty much on schedule. The biggest event of Maths 'N' Tech Club in the odd semester spelt out to be a success with fewer points to learn from than when we started out. There were no quagmires we could have stucked in.<br /><br />So, this post is dedicated exclusively to its making and execution to those final touches !!!<br /><br />We conducted War of the zones last year and its concept was so nice that we wanted to make it a trademark of Maths 'N' Tech Club. So when the meeting was called, different inputs were :<br />"Is baar bhi karna 'hi' hai"<br />"Arey nahi yaar...Not war of the zones..Professor ko invitation dene gaya kitni daat padi thi..."<br />"Kyun bhai...."<br />"Kehte hain tum ne india ko zones mein divide kar diya...."<br />"Kyun...Ranji cup nahi hota kya college mein..."<br />"Why not we do War of the branches this time....Mera first year se mann tha ki inter-departmental quiz karein, This is our last chance"(like the rob in Rock on !!!)<br /><br />Lots of effort was put in the making of the prelims question paper. Really a hefty job. To make it doable to all sections covering all topics and again trying to be innovative and if not possible trying to edit it. Then comes the audio visual round which took more time than we'd thought in the making. Finally the round was made a bit easy because there is no point in showing really wierd clips none has ever seen or couldnt guess even in his wildest imaginations. Our focus was - Let people solve this.<br /><br />Correction and compiling the data was one big challenge. especially of a 550+ audience. And there were very few question papers left after the distribution. Amongst fears that there would be a shortage, this came as a relief especially because it was also a point of not wasting resources.<br /><br />Pre-final and final rounds were tailor made such that each time gets a few opportunities before getting eliminated. And the wild card entry was also very well executed.<br /><br />Finally the war was fought and the podium finish were shared by the two expected teams - Electrical and civil. Though I would have loved to see Royal Mechanicals in there. Prize money was given on the spot and so were the gift vouchers to all pre-finalists and finalists.<br /><br />And then as soon as the last voucher was gifted, power goes off - Was this sheer good luck ???<br /><br />Followed by a few brief and necessary as well as unavoidable arrangements we departed - The Happy souls. Final years would know what it meant to pull off this event perfectly.</div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-18776813666744933712008-08-30T08:39:00.008+05:302008-08-30T12:10:56.843+05:30All words are synonyms !!!<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Her voice was beautiful as ever. Her eyes would catch any one's attention but they were fixed on me now. Her smile announced she was upto something. She caught hold of my foot and wrote on my sole with a blue gel pen.</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I turned my sole towards myself only to read her name. </span></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"I dont like it there", I said, " I dont want to trample your name wherever I walk."</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />"But I want to be with you wherever you go and whenever you walk", she said.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/SLjmemWwS8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/NPoBB2xq4Zc/s1600-h/Opposite_Colors_by_olino.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 343px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W66mqkYAJ3s/SLjmemWwS8I/AAAAAAAAAKw/NPoBB2xq4Zc/s320/Opposite_Colors_by_olino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240191579812023234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She blinked her eyes. </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I couldnt blink my eyes.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She conveyed optimism.</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I conveyed pessimism. But both of us conveyed love for each other.</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sometimes even opposites tend to convey the same meaning, though they may not look the same to the naked ear.</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />So, dear frenz !!! If someone has broken up with someone please go back to see if there were some 'prepositions' that went wrong. You wouldnt want to loose someone for incorrect english !!!<br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lots of love !!!</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Z`a`h`i`d </span></span><br /></div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537092384966308263.post-84075510371983303032008-08-02T09:38:00.005+05:302008-08-02T15:47:46.263+05:30Mathematics of Life !!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sometimes I ask myself "How come out of all countries I was selected by God to be born in India, in the state of Andhra Pradesh and then in the district of East Godavari in Kakinada to these particular parents only?"</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Being fond of mathematics, I lay down some mathematical equations just to show what makes it so intriguing.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >There are about 212 countries in the world. Since the land is not equally distributed I wont take the probability of being born in india as '1/212'. The total land area of india is about 30 lakh square kilometers. the world land area is 14 crore. So my probability of being born in india is about '30 lakh/14 crore' which equals '1/50'.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Now coming to Andhra Pradesh whose area is about 3 lakhs. So my probability of being born in Andhra pradesh is '1/10'. And similarly the probability of being born in my district is '1/25' and thereafter in my town is '1/5'.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >And then being born in a particular place and being born to a particular pair of parents are too independent events. Still making an assumption that no married foreigners came to india to give birth to a child, The population of india was around 80 crores when i was born and among them 50% were in age 20-40. So 40 Crores. Assuming there were equal men and women in the country and they married between themselves , we have 20 crore couples and which makes my probability of being born to one of them as '1/20 crore'.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >So in all, my probability of being born subject to all the above constraints is (1/50)*(1/10)*(1/25)*(1/5)*(1/20 crore) = 0.00000000000008</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Spellbinding, isn't it?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >And to say I have made liberal assumptions throughout and also have taken an assumption that life exists only on earth.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I have always wondered why science takes into consideration upto hundreds of digits after the decimal point. What need does it serve? But yes, to unravel the mysteries God laid around, and to explain them with proper evidence you need to have mathematics. Numbers prove everything. I even subscribe to the belief that when we go deeper into the numbers we proceed further in understanding the attributes of science.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Mathematics is essentially a fact based subject. It can be either true or false but still a fact. And as an old maxim goes a single fact is worth a shipload of argument, mathematics indeed cuts out on banal talk to evolve principles.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >There I end this post - but I still have a lots to write- May be some other time !!!</span><br /><br /></div>Zahidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13366170643278776813noreply@blogger.com20