Thursday, March 11, 2010
Just Another Poem
Thursday, February 4, 2010
The Revival
Thursday, April 9, 2009
CFE Patel 2009 I
C-201
Kundan Kumar
Woh hai rangeela.. Chail chabeela..
Woh hai natkhat.. woh kgp-tat
Phere lagaye.. murli bajaye..
Gopiyon ke sang raas rachaaye..
Murli bajaiyaa raas rachaiyaa shyam salona hai..
Jo hai albela madnaino wala, jiski deewani kgp ki har bala..
Woh kisna hai
DoSNa ke naam se jana jane wala, DC nick Kisna rakhne wala, Wo Kundan hai.
Ab tak to pata chal hi
(by Debu)
C-202
Shiv Prakash Upadhyay
Shiv Prakash who? Oh right.. chachaaa!! That’s how the mortal beings know this creature as. This creature lives on chaai (would go to Bhaaskies for chaai after lunch even when it’s 100 degrees outside and he has already had chaai twice since morning); is the favorite pass-time of his department-mates; is the most loved toy of his wing-mates; hates any kind of bakchodi that goes around in this world of foolish mortals; doesn’t give a shit to looking for kangaroos even when somehow lands up in Australia; is the only person jiska ek personal tempo-shout hai (cha—chaaA.. cha—chaaA!). But banda stud bhi hai bhai.. stud in acads (mining ki aan, baan, shaan), huha percussionist, groups captain; patel hall mein bachpan mein pole-vault bhi kiya tha launde ne! So basically sab milke bolo.. hamaare pyaare chachaa ki.. YO!
(by me)
C-203
Debdutta Bhattacharya
alle le le.. cutie cutie!! He’s our honey bunch, sugar plum, pumpie umpy umpkin.. he’s our sweetie pie. He’s our cuppy cake, gum drop, snookum snookums.. he’s the apple of our eye (but ki fark painda hai, ab to iski gf hai!). The no of hair on his head follows the equation n=N*exp(-35t).. (but ki fark painda hai, ab to iski gf hai!). Poora Patel ispe fight maarta hai (but ki fark painda hai, ab to iski gf hai!). But banda stud bhi hai bhai.. AIR 49 (koi mazaak hai kya); profs ka eye-candy (aakhir profs bhi bande hain!); ex-G-sec Tech of Patel hall; drams bhi karta hai (don’t ask ki drams mein kya roles karta hai!). Nonetheless, an exceptionally sweet-looking (and sweet-smelling too!) person whom you can talk with anytime, laugh with anytime (and sleep with anytime!) but ki fark painda hai, ab to iski gf hai! :D
(by me)
C-204
Sudhir Kumar
Dubbed, and ever since known as Sujju, after his much appreciated performance onstage, this guy is as simple as you can get them. Sujju to chali gayi, par Sujju rah
(by Debu, add-ons by me)
C-205
Janaab Teju ke naam se jane jaate hain. Waise to Gymkhana GSec the, par Kgp se zyada ghar me hi paye jaate hain. Kabhi kabhi chhutti mile to Kgp aa jaate hain. Haan, jab yahan rahte hain, to kamre ka darwaza hamesha band hi paya jata hai, par phone aur gtalk pe bandiyon ke liye hamesha samay rahta hai. Apne phone ke alawa inhe gym se bahut pyaar hai. Sharir-charcha khub karte hain, gym ja jake manspeshiyan fula baithe hain jinka sablog bahut anand uthate hain. Are haan, camera ke saamne rahne ke bahut saukin hain. Shayad inhe kisi mohtarma ne kaha hai ki janaab bahut ‘photogenic’ hain, jahan camera dikha, orkut ke photo ke liye daude chale aate hain. Khub ruchi le leke kangaal mazak, arthaat, PJ maarke khud hi hanste rehte hain. PJ (P+iJ) ke shehenshah bhi maane jate hain. Haan, basky khelne me God hain, aur practice session jaane ki to zaroorat hi nahi padhti inhe.. seeeedhe muqabale me pahunch jaate hain. Bhavuk hain, achchhe vaktaa hain, gaate bhi hain aur chitrapat pe kalakari bhi karte hain. Aur kya muskan hai!! Dekhne wale dil haare bina rah hi nahi pate, ab mohtaram ki kya galti hai..J
(by Debu)
C-206
Vinay Gautam
Dooor kahiin se aawaaz aayi ‘Maa Ke Maa Ke’,
‘Aa rahe hain wo’, kahaa hawaa ne fusfusaake,
Aaye wo ek haath mein Airtel aur doosre kaan pe Reliance ka phone lagaake,
Vinny, Bade Saahab, Lavy, inke har naam ki jaya-jayakaar ki devtaaon ne individually aake!
IIT Kharagpur ki 60 saal ki history mein isse badaa peace-maaru paida nahi hua! He knows it so very well how to pass a course with the least possible effort. Spends one-third time on the comp, same amount on sleeping and an equal amount on the phone. But banda stud bhi hai bhai..God poet.. an absolute God.. 2 secs ke andar 200 lines ki poem likh dega; IIT was not the right place for him (except that he met us!), should have been at the International School of Arts! Aur doley-sholey wala bhi hai.. hot commodity for girls! Possesses great spontaneity and sense of humour; sociable from the very core. Launda ek din laal batti ki gaadi mein ghoomega aur uss din yeh upar waali poem sach ho jaayegi.. amen!
(by me)
Ankik Dhar
Tempo.. naam to suna hoga! 21 years ago, when a space ship came to earth after a long journey in search of food, they forgot to take back one child with them. That child still wanders in CFE Patel and kills every night for chicken. It walks faster than any of its earthling-counterparts; makes voices at decibel levels thrice the normal human levels and holds special affinity for the male half of the human population. But banda stud bhi hai bhai.. he’s an absolute energy house (practices footer during the day (inter-iit hai bhai) and drams during the night), huha cg (jisme se aadhi however cheating karke aayi hai), stud physique (a hot commodity for girls whom he very comfortably bhagaaoes gaali deke). But whatever be the case, we love him, and why not; every child is special! Eeshh.. sento deshchi!!
(by me)
CFE Patel 2009 II
C-208
Apurva Gupta, nah.. Chintoo (or Chin2 as he prefers to call himself)
The most common visitor to all his neighbours rooms, this really caring and feel-at-home guy can feel at home in anyone’s room and treat their possesions as his own (read Jhaapna). Bahut badaa jhaapu.
(by Debu)
C-209
Siddarth Ajith
Did someone say magnifier? You get it; take away Sid! You ask him how many vowels are there and he’ll tell you fifteen and he’ll bloody say that so damn convincingly that you’ll have to go and check your grammar book. Gulps down 10 bottles of cold-drinks a day; watches bollywood songs seven hours a day, just missed getting a bravery award for climbing the “patel ka l***” in drunk condition. But banda stud bhi hai bhaai.. huha manager (TTG ki naiyya ka rudder); huha orator; huha movie database (ask him who is the father of the guy who wrote dialogues in some 1963 movie ‘Paap ka Ghadaa’ and he’ll tell you); comedy bhi theek-thaak kar leta hai (bas aajkal thoda rust ho gaya hai!); captain waptain (agar future mein kabhi Patel tech-hall kehlaya to Sid ko The Grand Old Man ka title milega). But whatever be the case, the question remains: uummm… tuuuuuu ek Sid kyun hai?!
(by me)
C-210
Soumya Ranjan Nanda
The fluctuations in Nanda’s mood are directly proportional to the fluctuations in the share market; and not just the Indian or the US share market, but agar Honolulu ke shares bhi down honge to isse load ho jaaayega! And hence finally, the unit ‘Nanda’ has been accepted internationally by ANSI as the unit of load (jab Lehman ka band bajaa to Lehman brothers ko 0.3 Nanda load hua and isko 1.3 Nanda load ho
(by me)
C-211
Prasoon Agarwal
CFE ka sabse vyast insaan. Ye teen char jagah hi paya jata hai – Compu ke saamne, wing me phone liye ghoomte hue ya Bhasky me. Chai party ka ek mukhya neta. Phone pe ghanto kitne kathin muddo pe soch vichar aur vaad vivad karte hue paya jata hai. Aisa lagta hai jaise saari duniya ka bhaar iske maasum (aur kam height waale) kandho pe aa
(by Debu and me)
C-212
Pappu Kumar Bharti (Director, Vidyadrishti.com)
Itni kam umra me hi Director ka khitab pane wale ye hai humare wing ke Pappu Kumar Bharti ya PKBharti. Apni website ke liye kya dedication hai! Rarely aise log dikhte hain jo din raat kisi cheez pe kaam karte rahte hain. Haan, sutro se pata chala hai ki iske peeche kaaran hai – ‘Pappu enjoys the fringe benefits of socializing through his venture.’ Hum sabko aasha hai ki wo isme zaroor safal ho. Haan, inhe ekvachan se allergy hai, hamesha bahuvachan me hi baat karte hain, chahe saamne banda ek hi kyun na baitha ho. Acads mein God (peace maarne mein). Inke shrimukh se sadaa prem-bhare shabdo (!@#$%^&*) ki barsaat hoti rehti hai (aajkal short-forms mein bhi barsaat karte hain). Waise, Vidyadrishti desh ke kone kone tak fail jae, Pappu kisi din bara aadmi ban jae, Rolex ki ghari haatho me, gaari Mercedes wala… but.. Pappu can't dance shaala.. ‘Ooyee Shaalee ghu** du***!!!’
(by Debu, add-ons by me)
Chai-party
CFE ki story Chachaa ki Chai Party ke bina adhuri hai.
Party Symbol: Chai ka kullhad.
Adhyakshya – Chachaa (obviously!)
Varisth neta – Teju, Prasoon.
Sadasya – Sujju, Pappu, Nanda (part-time)
Yeh part din mein chaar baar Bhasky mein paayi jaati hai. Bahut dedicated hain iske kaaryakartaa – Dhoop, barish, thand, kisi cheez ki parwah nahi karte. Hum sabko ye afsos hai.. Inke jane ke baad bechaare Bhasky ka kya hoga.
(by Debu, add-ons by me)
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
This House Believes That...
Ladies and gentlemen
This post is meant for all those kgpians who are anyhow involved in any damn literary activity on the campus. I’d be dealing with the following issues in order:
1. 1. The motivation behind this post
2. 2. The status quo
3. 3. Can we have some action please, ladies and gentlemen?
Coming to my first argument, that is, the motivation behind this post, I’d share with you, in short, my experience at the National Law School Debate.
I, along with 3 others from our insti, went to an international parliamentary debate competition at the NLSIU (National Law School of India University), Bengalooru. It was actually international, in the sense that the adjudicators were outsiders and a few teams (which were atleast 30 times better than the team of our best debaters) came from across the subcontinent. The team from IIT Kharagpur won 3 matches and lost 3, which actually was a decent achievement for any first timer team and we were praised by the adjudicators too, finally being placed somewhere around 25 out of 64 teams. Hence, to be precise, the motivation behind this post is the difference in the standards of professional debaters and those of ours.
Moving on to my second issue, that is, the status quo, I’d discuss with you, ladies and gentlemen, where we presently stand.
Well, what we currently have as the inter-hall debate is actually a mockery of itself (not to even mention the open IIT debate). We fight in sub-coms over the rules of this prestigious inter-hall debate of ours, and come out with something that a good debater from the US, or take for that matter even the Delhi University, won’t consider worth even laughing at. The problem lies in the fact that we repel the approach of any change to our so-called well-established system that itself is debatable and that actually stands far away isolated from where the world is moving, and that, ladies and gentlemen, is the motive behind this post: to initiate this change, for I now know what the status quo of the ‘earth minus IIT kgp’ system is.
For those of you who don’t know what parliamentary debating is, it is the most widely accepted form of debating today in the world, wherein two sides, one the proposition or the government and the other the opposition, debate on a topic revealed 15 minutes back, with alternate 7 minutes speeches from each side, giving and beating arguments in a very very structured manner. The dynamics and speed of this form of debate compel the debaters to bring every flucking piece of concentration, prior knowledge and on-spot reaction ability of theirs out in an environment where someone is sitting right before you to rape you openly with words and all that you can do to save yourself is to give the same fate back to her/him.
Getting to my final issue, ladies and gentlemen, I’d talk about the existence of that something that might creep into our to-think-about and to-do lists, after getting to know that in this domain of debating, even the best people of our institute actually stand nowhere before the best in the business and we can nowhere be satisfied but at the top spot. What we need to do and what I plan to do in the next semester is to start this culture of parliamentary debating in our institute using the platform of the upcoming debate club, firstly by teaching the interested speakers how to go for it, secondly by having regular practices and thirdly by going nationwide and participating in PDs all over to gain experience. The administration seems a bit supportive this year which is actually a decent signal and thus the debaters will not have to worry about anything else apart from debating.
The reason why I am suddenly advocating PD at our place is not a first time exposure to something that seems glamorous or a non-excellent performance somewhere that we are not used to of giving, but (a) PD is the most widely accepted debating format at international level and we never think below that (right?), (b) we have the best people but just not the right guidance, (c) PD involves the real test of one’s wits and intelligence and smartness, (d) once you are a good parliamentary debater, words will be all that you’ll need to rip apart absolutely anyone and (e) PD is extreme fun (believe me on that!).
Hence, ladies and gentlemen, I sincerely hope that this thought doesn’t bury itself with this post, but gives us another domain to win over, the domain of real debating. I invite the people who are genuinely interested in PD to contact me and we can work over what I just proposed above. With that, I rest my case.
Friday, September 5, 2008
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The torture is back! :D
Well, a friend of mine asked me to help her in answering a question in some scholarship form of hers where a pic of a maze was given and 400 words had to be written on it. Random! Right?
And so my reply to it goes as follows. Hardcore random and bullshit! But it's got some meaning too.. somewhere deeeep within! Read on!
A maze? You want me to write on a maze?
All’s a maze and everything amazes me! My world, my life, my mind!
This world is so harsh, so cruel, the life so mysterious. You start walking and you see three paths emerging and you know that one of them would be a dead end and the second would bring you back to the same point and you don’t know which is the third one! And so you keep walking and keep bouncing back from the dead ends and keep cursing the Almighty who made this maze when you hit the same starting point every seventh hour.
Your mind is no less cruel, your mind is no less harsh, your mind is no less sadist, your mind is no more yours! It amuses itself by confusing you and by irritating you by confusing you and by torturing you by irritating you by confusing you. It shows you eight paths and gives you ten valid reasons to follow each path and twelve valid reasons not to follow each path. Then you scratch your head and think and think more and pull your hair out of your over-burdened skull and finally choose a path and suddenly your mind gives you a ninth path, again with ten pros and twelve cons.
You wish that you were taller enough to see the way out, way taller than the walls of the maze. And so you strive hard, you flow your sweat and blood night and day and night, but all you see all around yourself is a maze and a larger maze and a much larger maze that never ends and you never grow tall enough.
And so the complexity of the maze inside your mind keeps growing, the paths keep intermingling amongst themselves and tightening their hold on your petty fragile self. You feel congested and suffocated and you crave for more and fresh air but all of it has already exhausted and all you find around yourself are the walls of the maze, growing taller and narrower, closing up on you, leaving you lesser space to walk and lesser air to breathe and lesser time to live and think and get confused and get irritated and get tortured.
And Bingo! That’s the way out! Yes! That’s the way out… to the next maze!
Thursday, June 5, 2008
The Butterfly Effect
Now, what could have motivated me of writing such a weird kind of piece? The answer: the German roads! Ehh… why? Because they are very very very clean. Now, probably you have an idea of the thousand-times-told-story-kinda-boring-and-predictable things that would follow, but I humbly request you not to stop reading.
From the very childhood, we are taught in the subjects of Moral Science and EVS (I still don’t know its full form though), that we should keep our country clean. So we mug it up hard. We should keep our country clean… We should keep our country clean… We should keep our country clean… and then we go out of the school, buy a Centre-Fresh, throw the wrapper on the road, run back home, spit the chewing gum outside our house and enter shouting, ‘Mom, we should keep our country clean!’ A reply of the same volume level hits our ears, ‘Better keep your house clean first and then think of the country, you useless creature!!’
And we grow up like that. The sense of responsibility lacks from the very beginning.
We live as ‘I, Me, Myself.’
‘I am leaving this hotel today anyways, so why bother about using the toilets in a clean manner.’ Yes, that happens.
‘If I throw this one coffee cup into the dustbin, the other thousand coffee cups lying around won’t fly back into the dustbin on their own and a single me cannot make the country clean.’ Yes, we think like that.
Fine. I don’t intend to make this a long monotonous school-principal’s speech. All I want to say is this.
Forget about the poor illiterate people who don’t even know the meaning of cleanliness or country. Forget about the rich illiterate people who don’t even know how to run the country even when they have the power. Forget about those rich literate people who don’t bother to look outside the windows of their imported cars because they don’t have time from being intimate with their darling well-dressed dogs. Don’t expect anything from them. Think about yourself and how you can bring about a change.
Bring about a change? WTF!
No buddy, I am not going to ask you to clean up the roads or join NGOs or put up awareness posters or to do something great for your country, neither am I going to ask you not to go and live abroad.
All that I urge for is that please keep the wrapper of the chocolate that you ate in your pocket till the time you find a dustbin even when the friend who is walking along with you has already thrown her/his wrapper on the road and is laughing at you.
May be you are a laughing stock for the first couple of times, then you are not paid any heed to the next couple of times (because it has been assumed that you are nuts), but if that person has any kinda self respect, a day will come when the same dustbin will be blessed with two wrappers instead of one!
And then, in the next say at least 70 years that you live for more, there would be millions of iterations like these that would result in may be very very slowly obtained but yes, some positive solutions. And that’s how the Chaos Theory or the Butterfly Effect works, right?
And then, you can dream of at least dying in a cleaner India! =)
With that, I sign off.