summer intern presentation!!

Teacher: have you made a working project or is it just a study?

Me: it’s a working project.

Teacher: where is the hardware?

Me: mam, we are not allowed to bring the hardware with us as what ever we have designed and developed is going to be a propriety of the organization that we worked for.

Teacher: Accha yar what did you design?

Me: I developed a S-Band QPSK modulator which is to be used for GSAT-6 multimedia terminal.

Teacher: QPSK modulator?? Why QPSK modulator? people have already developed QPSK modulator?

Me: mam all modulators are designed for different data rates, work at diffrent frequencies, give different level of noise performance etc etc.

Teacher: (rudely) where did you do your training from?

Me: ISRO

Teacher:go…

The transcript above though may not seem like that of a presentation, but that’s how its done in our college. This how they evaluate 10 weeks of hardwork, 45 seconds flat. There are a few questions I missed like “ if you didn’t simulate the hardware where did you get this from(referring to the spectrum analyzer screenshot)” abeee gadhi teacher kiss ne bana diya.

The boy who wanted world for himself..

Ever since he was a boy he believed that he was destined to do great things. A national level tropy in chess, best programmer of the school award,(mind you he was still in class 9) awards felicitating creative thinking and scientific acumen, he had no reason to think otherwise.

Fathers transfer, shady school and things changes. The boy was taken aback philosophy of those around him in this new environ. In this new land, new ideas were frowned upon and questioning despised. Worshipped were those who knew all the Q&A by heart in some guide. Philosophy wasn’t what the likes of Shakespeare thought, it was what the teacher said, you like it or not. Creativity was a wasteful endeavor, marks you had to get, you were reminded with constant valor.

The boy was confused, he knew something was wrong. He didn’t like the system , but he decided to tug along.

Then school ended not for better, but for worse. With college came the same old plight. Whilst his friend in other countries were teaching robots how to think, he was kept busy maroing ratta day and night. The boy wanted to break free, probably its college he thought, he studied with alacrity, gave the entrances again hoping “this time” ill get a college which is right.

The college he got was again the same, all that changed was that it had a different name.

The boys is still there, so are his dreams

This story doesn’t end here…………………… ending agar theek na ho to woh 'the end' nahin, picture abhi baki hain mere dost, picture abhi baki hain." (Om Shanti Om, 2007)

Money matters

Money has never been too important to me. When you have some you spend it , and when you don’t have any you don’t.

But looking at what is happening around me, it seems to be much more for some people that just some notes and coins. It is what people live for.

Money certainly doesn’t make the world go round, but it’s certainly got enough pull to keep people running around you in circles.

I wish I could’ve disclosed the reason for writing this, I guess I will when the time is right.

Indian mountaineering foundation(wall climbing and more)

If you ask a Delhi wala where they go, when you they want to hang around with your friends? Most of the time there answer would be some eatery(some plush south Delhi restaurant if with a girl!!) or some mall wher after a tiresome regimen of buying nothing after looking at everything you end up eating again.

Those looking for a break from mall hopping and food stuffing at x y z restaurant or market, the IMF can be a great option condition being that you are ready to put yourself under some physical stress. I particularly recommend this place because it provides such a pristine environ, right in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the city. Besides you wouldn’t be putting on any weight, stuffing all that junk food. Of course the Buddha Garden and Lohdi Garden are other places which provide such great environ, but they have earned themselves the notorious tag of being a “lovers spot”(more like a place to make love for shady people). So if you suggest it a place to visit you are likely to be frowned upon.

On top of all this, wall climbing is funn!! You can also go bouldering which I haven’t tried yet, but do plan to very soon. All this at a small fee of Rs 50.

PS: those who want to go there, it is located behind venki at DU South Campus. Though the wall climb in going to be closed for two three months because of renovation. Though Bouldering would remain open.

all's not good

The past two years of my college life, have all been about the girl I was going around with. During that duration you do tend to ( or some time forced to )ignore everybody else. Does “you don’t spend enough time with me these days” ring a bell in the minds of those who have ever dated.

Now that I am over with her, i have no one I can call a true friend. The sorts who would to stand beside you during the thick and thin.

First there’s this friend X who I really like, but I’m not so sure if he likes me back, because he did once tell my ex that he doesn’t think that I am a good person. I wish I had a clue for why he has/had such an opinion of me, when I’ve been good with him ( probably he didn’t mean that I’ve done anything wrong with him he just doesn’t like me, probably because I’m a horrible person). Well but I still stay with him because I feel that he is a genuinely nice person.

Then comes friend Y, he is one hell of a complex character, sometimes you do feel like you have never met an ass hole opportunist like him, and sometimes he can be like the nicest person to walk the surface of the earth. I guess the day I decode him, the Nobel committee would institute a new award on psychology and ill be the first one to receive it. But I don’t see that day coming(I mean decoding him!!)

Then comes Mr. Z, again a nice person who has been molested by life one time too many, so he’s friendly with everyone but doesn’t really trust anyone. You can’t blame him for his psyche, after all you do tend to stop trusting people after some time.

To tell you the truth sometimes I don’t like the person I have become,I’m not the person I’ve strived to be for years.

where is the love?

There are people who you don’t care about, there are those you like, there are those who you think you cannot live without and then there are people who you know nothing about.

In life as one goes about his day to day life, you tend to get used to people cheating you, trying to use you, people trying to mess up your head. But somehow you manage to keep faith keep marching ahead because you know there are those who care about you, love you.

What does one do, when one of those who you so dearly loved, lies to you, try to cheat you try and take advantage of the fact that you trust them?

The scooter re-discovered

The cool breeze blowing through you hair, the cacophony of the traffic passing by. Its been some four, four and a half years since I have ridden my dad’s old scooter partly because its hadn’t been repaired, serviced for the past four years and partly because it isn’t considered very hip by my college going peers to be riding one.

In my eagerness to graduate from driving the two wheeler to a car, I had forgotten the joys of driving one. I have to thank my dad for getting it repaired when he had come home for my sisters marriage, so that he could use it get petty chores done.

Driving one through the bustling streets of West Delhi, allows you feel vibrant character the city has, one which tend to give a miss sitting inside the bubble created by the car. Some of those familiar with the Delhi traffic and the summer heat, might be wondering what I am talking about. I guess u can add that to list of reasons why I used to cringe at the thought of riding my two legged buddy. As a matter of fact it was one argument I had put forth, for my dad to allow me to use the car. I guess some times heart doest follow any reason, you just had to be in my place riding to feel what I felt and know why I felt it.

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Interesting fact: the registration no. of the scooter ends with a 007!!!