MY NEW YEAR CELEBRATION

none if you see it in the was as to how an what am doin at 00:00 hrs on 1st jan...
sittin on my laptop... lookin up differences between IDS and IPS (computer networks) for tomorrows training report... and its bit dull...
but i guess celebrating in not somethin that requires a premise of a festival...

as i found this written somewhere...

"Celebration means......
Hundred bucks of petrol.
A rusty old bike.
And an open road.

Celebration means......
Maggi noodles.
A hostel room.
4.25 a.m.

Celebration means......
3 old friends.
3 different cities.
3 coffee mugs.
1 internet messenger.

Celebration means......
Rain on a hot tin roof.
Pakoras deep-frying.
Neighbours dropping in.
A party.

Celebration means......
You and mom.
A summer night.
A bottle of coconut oil.
A head massage.

Celebration means......
few college mates.
few bucks.
few items at canteen.
lots of chatting.


You can spend

Hundreds on birthdays,

Thousands on festivals,

Lakhs on weddings,


but to celebrate

all you have to do is spend your Time with your loved and cherished ones..."

2 things!

1. A very happy new year to all!

2. ;)
try this http://home.comcast.net/~wolfand at your own risk!


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and nigam just inspired me to write more...

Another year has passed.
i donno what to write, ... lookin back everything seems blurred... January the start ... CVR 122... sem IV... the exams... the day it rained.... then Jaipur... then back to hostel... CVR 207... the loneliness.... the sem V... algo, Cn... Arjun... Saksham... games n essays.... Exams again.... Silk... SS... love frnds, #.... IRCON...

I wont surmise... it would demean it... all of it...
But there is one song that captures what am feelin at the moment...



Gortoz a ran

Gortozet 'm eus, gortozet pell
E skeud teñval tourioù gell
E skeud teñval tourioù gell

E skeud teñval an tourioù glav
C'hwi am gwelo 'c'hortoz atav
C'hwi am gwelo 'c'hortoz atav

Un deiz a vo 'teuio en-dro
Dreist ar morioù, dreist ar maezioù
Dreist ar maezioù, dreist ar morioù

D'am laerezh war an treujoù
'Teuio en-dro karget a fru
E skeud teñval an tourioù du

'Teuio en-dro an avel c'hlas
Da analañ va c'halon c'hloaz't

Kaset e vin diouzh e anal
Pell gant ar red en ur vro all

Kaset e vin diouzh e alan
Pell gant ar red, hervez 'deus c'hoant

Hervez 'deus c'hoant pell eus ar bed
Etre ar mor hag ar stered

English

I'm Waiting

I was waiting, waiting for a long time
In the dark shadow of grey towers
In the dark shadow of grey towers

In the dark shadow of rain towers
You will see me waiting forever
You will see me waiting forever

One day it will come back
Over the seas, over the lands
Over the lands, over the seas

To steal me on the trunks
It will come back full of spray
In the dark shadow of the black towers

Will come back the blue wind
To breathe my wounded heart

I will be pulled away by its blow
Far away by its stream to another land

I will be pulled away by its breath
Far away by its stream, wherever it wants

Wherever it wants, far away from this world
Between the sea and the stars

Angal bhasha

well seems like its love again...
it was always my dream to learn english... may be a BA would hav been a preferred choice. but here i was studyin engineering of this very obscure IT (recession->IT crash->IT becomes obscure) thingy....

but alas! fate has its surprises, today the first class with Miss Arunima (Mere CL ki angal bhasha ki adyapika) and guess the wish seems getting fulfilled (bits n peices though). The love of english was again enkindled... :P

(with of course some added sunshine in my usually cloudy classroom life as well.... ;-) )

Who is John Galt?

its 2 am and the body is sleepless and the spirit restless... i can fell a prickle thats runnin amok in n out...

i had always wondered as to what the feeling would be when am gonna read up that last page of Atlas Shrugged (Ayn Rand)... an achievement, somethin of a premise that i could gloat bout to my frnds... somethin i can boast on my blog... but flipping thourgh its last pages tonight.... the discovery is sheer pain... every inch of body burning... and and its solitude and all pathos...

The philosophy of objectivism of ayn rand wills surity over things. People know what they want out of their lives... and i dont. i desire. the very morality of ones existence is his happiness... nothing else. But if one doesn know what he seeks, how should happiness ensue....

HOW CAN I EVER PURSUE HAPPINESS?

its been a week, and yet i fail to find a premise that validates me spendin my fathers hard earned money for the sake of my MBA preparation. i donno why i would be doin an MBA as i never knew as to why i was doing engineering.
Its been over a week now and am still lookin around finding reasons as to MBA being a good choice over something as vague as army. Ive been thinkin of a long term goal that i seek to achieve or the very desire to see myself as somethin years from now... and all i can see myself doin is adjustin to whatever i would be doin then.... adjusting... compromising... just as i had compromised to be here at DCE... i never made a choice...

the problem is choice.
you make a choice and you open a door.
the problem is choice.


can there be a compromise when the very desire to do achieve things is poisoned... adultrated... or may be abscent...

as i weigh my desires... the only possible vocation that i think suits me is to join Airforce or as a backdrop Army. but as i note the last sentense that i wrote... its just a desire. A will has no scope for confusion... weaks desire... strong will.

its not gonna be same tmrw. the CL class, it has to be different...
something has to change....
it will...

vela chat.

Prateek Nigam is online.
abhishek: hullo


Prateek: hullo


Sent at 6:40 PM on Tuesday
abhishek: are you offline?


Prateek: no..


abhishek: i mean...doin offline project???


Prateek: crazy...


abhishek: why?


Prateek: u got any project?? i wanna hop in


abhishek: crazy


Prateek: :D


Prateek: whats with your training? My "Mentor" keeps delaying assignments... or talking to me as for that matter


abhishek: ... i havt even started as yet... tmrw ill be goin day 1


Prateek: I dont have start at all...Mine is offline! How good is that..they dont
want me to step in their office!


Prateek: yar..these sunil siddhant...are writing research papers.


abhishek:what topic?


Prateek: i dont kno..
waise..they havent told me precisely...but the tone...was what i sniffed
the details out from


abhishek: lets us also jump in to the brigade... lets write a research paper as
well... its much easier than a project


Prateek: ha!
open a word doc...write a paper.
but....research??
you need to do that....too


abhishek: oops... i forgot bout that... i too only thought bout word...
so think of it na...
kuch to soch nigam...! cumon! is chat mein sirk ek bond hai!!!


Prateek: whats aastha doing these days?
she never reveal the exact details of her project.,..


abhishek: MS mein vela... shayad....
saw her few times at orkut... gtalk... or may be gulping the free pepsi at
MS... (its free in there!!!)


Prateek: na na...
she isnt telling you either.


abhishek: yep
but may be thats cause i din ask her... lol :p



Prateek: I bet..Micosoft Aastha....
is replacing windows server 08


abhishek: i asked her if she was involved in some OS development... she said no
did she asy you bout its cd???
lol
ho ho ho


Prateek: I am telling you....MS-Aastha....
Its one desperate attempt by MS to restore "aastha" in Microsoft


abhishek: M(aata) S(hree)-Aastha


Prateek: I am mailing her this chat....
maza aa gaya


abhishek: M(aata) S(hree) - mein- Aastha


Prateek: oye...years from now...


abhishek: yes...frm now...
ages after we talked....


Prateek: Sunil-Siddhant...versus Aastha_AP


abhishek: ho ho ho
hum tab bhi audience mein khade honge
lol
agar humne kuch research nahi kiya
!!!
:X
kuch soch nigam!!!!

abhishek: so... koi research aaya dimaag mein??? nigam, the bond... plzz kuch soch!


Prateek: lets revolutionize the way we find HCF


abhishek: i can decorate the outputs with star pyramids!!!! ho ho ho


Prateek: ooh.....


Sent at 7:20 PM on Tuesday
abhishek: oye am posting this on my blog!
chk out in 5 mins

backpackers trip to taj.

well i beat them all... lol!!!

yup i had a tour ahead of quite a few ppl whose constant chatter of going here there, i donno... kinda everywhere in these December holidays got me in the mood. So i packed my rucksack and headed for a quick backpack trip to Agra and Fatehpur Sikri.

But beyond all my expectations the trip turned out to be a hell lot convenient as well as luxurious. My (ex), i mean, my ex roomie at hostel (Antriksh) made it all possible with all the reservations and those gourmet dinners and a fabulous 5 star stay at Mansingh palace... Aah! i can only sigh now at all the amenities and those palatable buffet breakfasts...

and the trip to taj also turned out really spell binding. Gosh! the monument of love was better than all i had seen in TV or its perception in my thoughts... well i missed my photograph at the lovers bench... for all the obvious reasons (read as no gf)... but i got pics...

A sneak peek.

BEAT IT!

well... i donno if i hate india tv as much as i dislike Pakistani propaganda bout terror attacks.

but after watchin this clip am fairly sure... that someone can truly beat india tv...


watch this!


its among the funniest things ive watched on you tube...

KISS ME.

Not exactly a real big fan of pop... mostly stickin to my metallic domains, but this one's just drivin me crazy... so very sweet... this one!
amazing song... and its been playin on the lappy since 5 o clock this evenin (now its close to 11)
and i cant get enough of it....
and btw if you haven't heard it... oh god! you are missin something.

kiss me!
(by Sixpence none the richer)

Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.

[Chorus:]
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

[Chorus (repeat)]





(should i dedicate this one to some one... i donno... ;) ??? )

STAR PYRAMID

This one goes out to the programming skills that I've acquired in my college life till now…

It all started in second sem. New sem, I had branched out from the best ever "D" group of the first sem to the 2K6/IT batch, it was all supposed to start here. The real computers!!! the programming, the OS (operating system) and all everything computers. It funny! There was this feeling to scream in from of mirror, yess! Now am gonna be a programmer… the thing I aspired to learn all my life… doin all the crazy shit they do in movies,.. Hacking, cracking… f***in computers… Hollywood ishtyle … lol

I din had computers as my senior sec school subject. So unaware of even the bare basics of C or C++, there I ventured on my quixotic mission to become the greatest programmer ever. Then came my laptop… and I began. Starting with the basics I learned to pronounce "cout" as "C out" from my idotic "kout" in just a few days.
But then came the turning point, a few classes by Manoj sethi sir and my interest in C vaporized like dry ice. Then came the tornado of masti of second sem… from fests, to events to movies to * I did it all. Programming went for a sixer for the next 3 months.

And 3 days from my programming practical exam I realized that I was facing the greatest crisis of my life…

Imagine the scene,
Practical Exam are in 3 days.
Abhishek " yaar bhaskar! I donno a thing bout C yaar! What am I gonna do???"
Bhaskar "arre! Tension na le! Ho jayega! Bindaas! Abhi teen din hai na, C++ mein kya hai sirf cout aur cin ….. ye nai alizee video ayee hai dekhi tune??? Mast hai!"
Abhishek " abhi laata hun pen drive pe… jo hoga dekha jayega…"

God bless roommates like Bhaskar and I messed those three days as well… (but that was fun!)

And I still remember I played that Alizee (song : france gal) video something like 21 times back to back on the night of C++ practical exam… driving Deb (2K6/EE) absolutely mad over my one night obsession with Alizee. ..

The most haunting memory of the end sem drama seems when I realized in the morning of that practical exam that all I had been able to memorize/learn(whatever) was to print out a pyramid of stars (asterisk's) on computer monitor… and that too when I tried out had problems running...
So armed with just a star pyramid, I ventured to face my practical exams. I don remember what happened next, as I somehow managed to hoodwink examiners to manage a decent score of something like 75-78…


More than a year from that night am fairly confident only about a thing when it come to programming! And it undoubtedly is my STAR PYRAMID…

IIM's here i come!!!

So finally after much bickering within and "without" my mind I have decided to join Career launcher. Guess it has already launched me in to the trajectory of IIM aspirants. Am writing this blog post I guess is the proof enough… lol


Well joining CL I guess was more of me following my esteemed friend fraternity footsteps…
(Yes!! All you nigam's, ap's, rashmee's, aastha's, aman's, kanika's…. Yup am blaming you all! :x)


There I was completely oblivious to everything (the IIM's), doin nothing. Hoping to get a nice placement… passing out from the Haloed portals of DCE in to the world unfathomed.

And then came this god forsaken recession, and the state of fear…

"No jobs! No jobs! Oh F***!, spare me one… where am I gonna go? What am I gonna do?"---- (hey nigam! Can you write a poem on this one???..... May be I did, chk out ur
blog comments.
)



And there came the cursed answer!... JOIN IIMS's.
I donno where it came from, but god knows it, overnight the whole 2K6/IT batch, in fact nearly all the who's who of my friend circle were preparing for a dekko at IIM's…. As if we gonna be having a tea party on the IIM A lawns right next year… ( I din wanna miss out!!!)

Not that I mind the prospect of getting in to the IIM's, moreover if preparing for IIM's is just bout reading more novels and solving puzzles and doing school level mathematics, it seems rather a cakewalk.
LOL, now forgive my bawdy irreverence but I hear preparing for the IIM's isn't a cakewalk. Minions like me have tried and perished in numbers uncountable.



Add to it the schedule in holidays that I follow…
( A sneak peek:
wake up at 1 PM. (yep! No exxxageration)
by 4 PM… getting fresh, newspaper, brunch et al.
4-6: religiously play Prince of Persia.
6-8: vella… I have no idea what I do in this period… (gayabb!!!)
8-10: some sort of shit, tryin to do things, novels, c++, CL package…
11-1:30: MOVIE TIME!!! (the one scheduled today: Hide and seek -robert de niro)
1:30 -4:00 AM: Blogs, net, orkut, facebook… more of POP...
)

I wonder if I am ever gonna pass college with this…. ( ;) )

In fact I think Holidays are just a big pain. Its rather good giving exams. At least you have a reason to wake up… exams are a pain as well but I guess I've more or less developed an understanding with that one.

Nothin more to spout!

GOD save me! GOD save IIM's! GOD save me in IIM's! ;)

Holidays again!

yep it has started all over again. The December hols...


Again more than a month long completely legal vellapanti has started. Watched quantum of solace last evening...
The evening left me 400 bucks lighter, but guess the fun, the ice creams, the pizza hut treat and something that was bigger than the whole evening, which i cant discuss here... made the do totally worth it...
;)


And my journey for a year long MBA prep has also started, i guess. Also joined CL yesterday. lol Its always feels great getting new books (CL package), the smell of fresh printed paper...


Hope ill be more regular on the blog, with of course something more purposeful than this post...


i sign off, with the words of the song playin on my laptop...

She calls me from the cold
Just when I was low, feeling short of stable
And all that she intends
And all she keeps inside, isn't on the label
She says she's ashamed
Can she take me for a while
And can I be a friend, we'll forget the past
But maybe I'm not able
And I break at the bend
We're here and now, but will we ever be again
'Cause I have found
All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade...
Away...again

(-Shimmer by Fuel)