Welcome to third year

This one is dedicated to my dear friends and is probably the most purely extracted content from my cardiac muscles. I am a engineering student(PROUD OF IT!!) at Netaji Subhas Institute of Technology,New Delhi, currently in the penultimate year of my degree.These two years passed like a moment of time , and now, sitting in my room,I can see these years flashing and passing like a movie in front of my eyes.
I remember the first day at hostel, trying to socialize with people and adapt with hostel life. Also, first visit to Tilak Nagar, was an unusual encounter with people speaking in English who wouldn’t be that modest and abuse-free in the coming years.I am not bragging but,on the first dinner at mess, some people had nothing to speak of , so the conversation starter was IIT-JEE paper.Apart from that I met “dudes” that were so cool that I suspect them to be the cause of Delhi’s chill in winter(of course the converse of this statement is also true).
I am thankful to god for making me and friends more(quite) mature over these years. We learnt several lessons in this time and went from a regular student to probably the awesomest of all.There are several experiences of varied aspects like taking your first shot, first fight , first “bhai , ye bandi…kasam se” and other firsts .And watching yourself and your friends to remain single over these years(Good Lord! Bless ‘em).Now we all look back in time and laugh and joke about ourselves .We laugh at our idiocy and thoughtlessness and criticize each other. We all remember these incidents because it contributed a sense and memory of happiness in our brain. Now that we are getting ready to come out from our cocoons,I have observed and felt some changes in CQ(Coolness quotient) and CYP (Chat Yield Point) of my friends. Onset of third year had made a majority of them, responsible and “Career Conscious” in their own ways and I am happy for them.I appeal to them to be themselves and not betray their friends for what will result in a placement of 2-3 lpa more.Also, be more open and sharing about things that may benefit all. But I still remember a thought that came in my mind at the first day that how will I make four years pass here? Answer came a year later : Friends. I think this question may have came in your mind also and till now you may have realized importance of friends . For those who say that I would have found more great friends anywhere, I give them “hurrrrr!!!”. I believe that I got the most suitable and best group of friends here at NSIT.
Through this article, I want to request my friends to cherish each and every moment of the rest of this precious and jubilant time to the best. Please remember, this time will never come back and so is the friendship and love that u received over this period.

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Travelling with India

As per estimates,i’ve travelled on the New Delhi–>Agra railways route like 52 times. I prefer to travel in general coaches and sometimes(yes) without ticket also.I call these experiences of mine as travelling with India..

During these 208 hours(approximately), I have learnt very much about “our” people and country.Normal people/General crowd may segregate the general travelling people in a lot of species such as labourers,devotees on their way to Vrindavan etc. Also you’ll find: a businessman who dropped his ticket,a soldier who didn’t had confirmed reservation and groups of people who were promised electricity and water in their villages if they would go with their political leader at Jantar Mantar.

Now this mixture my dear friends is highly dangerous.Before train leaves the platform you would hear 4-5 quarrels about seats/respecting ladies/my babaji is better than yours etc. However this complex mixture, like every other system would tend to stabilize with time.As time passes, this “crowd” will turn out to be great co-travellers of world.After 30-40 minutes,they’ll be one another’s best friends.You would see two young boys exchanging regional pop songs on their cost-effective,China made mobile phones. A bunch of oldies would take out cards and start playing while laughing so divinely,without even knowing each other.They won’t even care which part of India are you from,what is your religion,caste and all. A babygirl would abandon her mother’s lap and sit in somebody else’s lap and would start playing as if she knows the person from very long time.Some young boys,probably in their late teens would share their stories of leaving their villages,their fields and farms for a labourer’s job in Delhi.If you are lucky,you may even hear adventurous stories of War from an Army-person.Some people may just stand on the doors and discuss politics and politicians while admiring greenery from Mother Nature.

Traveling in a general coach is something on “never-to-do-lists” but according to me everybody should try it.It is something that we all should experience because it is “Travelling with India”. You will never find India in Malls,AC coaches,fine restaurants and bars.For that, you have to go to roadside tea stalls,kulfiwalas and several other places your mother may have forbidden to go in childhood. One thing is sure: “IT IS ALWAYS INSPIRING”

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Ten Commandments for life

Commandments of life

1) Never ever ever study in the same school as your bro/sis.

2) Protect the privacy of your cellphone and laptop by using alphanumeric password.

3) Never ever ever disclose your black money/deeds/deals in maternal/paternal love.

4) Never report any incident of failure/rejection/illness while out of homet own.

5) DO NOT DISCLOSE NAMES OF FEMALE FRIENDS to parents.

6) Never add your family members/relatives on social networking sites.

7) Do not talk to friends on terrace or garden(on a cellphone,during your stay in home).

8) Eat heavily and admire meals on a visit to home/relatives.

‎9) Never ever tell about the activites of your friends to the parents.

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Emotional Bladder Theory

All of us try to control our emotions for different reasons.It can be for winning a quarrel with a friend, showing someone that i m strong and relations don’t matter to me so much,or for a personal benefit like quitting sutta/daaru etc.(u know wat i mean).But at some point in this Fast, we experience tremendous pressure and urge to quit this and get relieved.I’ve been researching at this topic for many years and i finally conclude and share my results with you all.

1) According to my theory, there exists an “emotinal bladder” called vesica emovera which rests metaphysically just above the Urinary bladder which is the storehouse of all the emotions.

2) The size of vesica emovera directly proportional to the age of the body.That’s why kids express themselves almost instantly and as the body grows people grow stubborn.There may be exceptions existing in both males and females, but it is observed that the % in females is greater.

3) In times of need and emergency,vesica emovera may take upon the CNS(Central Nervous System).This is the explanation of spontaneous and crazy decisions that people take.You see its not that they were not in their right minds, its just that their CNS was governed by vesica emovera.

4) Since vesica emovera is an metaphysical organ, it cannot be detected by Ultrasounds/X-Rays/MRI/CT-Scan etc.Only a highly graded specialist(like me of course) can diagonse and treat emotional bladder disorders.

5) Vesica emovera,in some persons may be absent or may be functioninng as a vestigial organ. Particularly professions involving the physical surgery and examination of the physical human body,like butchers and doctors.

6) On certain days,emotional bladder may burst flowing out abnormally huge amounts of emotions on your closest friends and parents.This is known as the “Got drunk and i don’t know what to say Syndrome”.Persons who want to avoid this disease are advised to stay away from serious commitments,relationships and frequent visits to home.

Since, science is never complete, i’ll constantly updating this theory with new observations and conclusions.

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