Monday, June 2, 2008

NenapugLa saramaale....

A lost feeling,
A gloomy day,
A dark surrounding,
A pensive mood.


Sitting by the window,
I open the my inner mind,
To recollect the memories,
The happy ones and the sad ones,
From all the nooks and corners.

The droplets of the first rain,
The fragrance of the wet mud,
The lighting and thunder,
The areca-nut trees around, so tall and sleek,
The chirping of insects,
The bite from the leech,
The echoes from the hills,
The stories from granny,
The pranks I played,
The mischievous grin,
The innocent smiles,
The games I played around in muddy ground,
The fighting with siblings and pals,
The stage where I danced,
The swing on which I soared,
The punishments for chattering in class,
The tantalizing childhood,
The letters from my friends far away,
The album full of cherished images.


They bring me joy,
A new turn to the stagnant life,
A new ray of hope when the sun sets,
With fresh mind
And a lot of enthusiasm I start the new life :)

Saturday, May 31, 2008

EshTond coursu !!!!

The courses I did in my first semester:

CS110 – 3 credits

PH101– 3 credits

CY101– 3 credits

MA101– 3 credits

PMT– 2 credits.

ID110– 2 credits

WS101– 2 credits

PH103– 1 credits

CY103– 1 credits

Did I miss any one? Was that enough for a semester??

CS110:

Aah!! The most peaceful and nicest of all the courses I had in first semester or rather of all courses I gonna do. It is probably the only course about which I did not crib :P . The feed back system was awesome. The answers to some of the questions were hilarious.

The following are some FAQs (Funnily Answered Questions):

Student’s Question: “I was sleeping on the last bench so, I couldn’t

enjoy the class.”

Kama’s Response: Sorry that I could not provide you a pillow. I shall

try to do the same next time, but for that I need to know your Name

and/or Roll Number.

Student’s Question: You have to be more energetic, please move

around the class.

Kama’s Response: The camera has to be more energetic. It cannot

move beyond some angle. If it can rotate then why walk - I am ready

to fly around.

Student’s Question: I was feeling sleepy, slept at 2.00am. Watching

Taare Zameen Par with friends. Classic movie!!!

Kama’s Response: So you again slept at 10.00am without watching

”CS110 deevaar Par” with friends. Classic Course yaar!!!

Student’s Question: dnim reveN

Kama’s Response: ?tahW

Student’s Question:

(a) I was feeling sleepy.

(b) No Comments. I was asleep.

Kama’s Response: Rock-a-bye student on the desk top;

when the teacher talks all thy dreams rock;

when the quiz comes;

nightmares befall;

down will come student;

CGPA and all.

PH101:

It was a course with divergence :P. I never could understand where I headed through this course. Till the end I curled and curled around to find what gradient meant. Finally I did manage to get some feel of del, the “del, del_dot and del_cross”.

CY101:

H | Ψ>= E | Ψ>

Er… !??

What’s this | > ? May be the Prof Writes ( ) as | >

This is what I concluded after the first class of CY101, the “Quantum Course”. The Professor (Prof. Chandrakumar) was really awesome on teaching. It was slightly flying above my head initially. But gradually it became the most favorite part of the course.

Next was the Thermodynamics and kinetics part of the course. Seemed quite familiar but was not so! But I enjoyed the jokes of from Prof and the stories of the scientist, that’s all I heard in his class and a result I cupped in it royally. My wonderful ability of sleeping with my eyes open helped a lot to deceive the Prof (he caught me in the last class though).

MA101:

The most difficult of all math courses (according to the students). The certain Piskunov (piski being the pet name) is the “Bible”. The certain Prof. K is never convinced that students study. He believes that we all have “Lost the train”. The class average in the quizzes was not encouraging too (4.25 out of 20!!!). We were getting used to see the single digits on the answer papers by then. After RKK’s zero (I managed to pull off a 2 in that, details later in ID110 : P) we were hardly shaken by these binary numbers.

We got entangled in the series of convergence and got diverged sequentially. Integration never seemed so difficult a topic before this course. Everything seemed crystal clear, so obvious. Of course nothing is obvious in Mathematics; you need to prove even 2+2=4. That’s quite hard, I know; everyone knows after MA101 experience.

We had certain Prof. Jayanthan, a quite interesting man. He has an orkut profile; his homepage is interesting as well. Mathematics being my first love, I enjoyed the class as well as the course.

EP110 (PMT- Professional Major Theory :P )

It was a fun course too. No exams!!! There were lectures by various Profs. I attended all of them. But to be honest, I slept through most of them. The presentations for evaluations were really very useful. I learnt a lot in the process.

Even after attending all the classes we ended up getting a G (G-good. VG- Very good. M-Marginal) for attendance.

ID110:

An Introduction to Engineering Design.

It was a combination of several lectures by different professors. We got to listen to a range of topics. We got to know how CD player, projector works; about electrochemical cells to airplanes. Yup… we even came to know that we are 98% bananas!!!

Some of the lectures were interesting to the core while others were sleeping pills. The ones in the virtual class were blissfully snoring while the ones in real class were no better! But there were TA’s who often disturbed the peaceful sleep (to sign the attendance).

What else can they do with 550 students? One class has the Prof, while the other two can “see” and “here” (if one wishes) the Prof. That’s what I meant by the “Real” and the

Virtual” class.

The projects were fun. All was not well there though. Hmmnn…. Well that may require a separate dedicated post.

WS101:

It’s the time you get Hands on experience.

Electronics WS: soldering. It was nice to blacken the PCBs :P

The sir was peace maxx.

Electrical WS: “Wires and Pliers” – one of the joyful and full of fun workshop. You bend and bend the wire and light the “BULB” : P

Turning: It was quite peaceful too.

Fitting: People think it’s the toughest of all workshops. But I liked it. It was so much fun in filing and cutting metal pieces. How proud you will be once you see the job you have done!! I even kulted the job pieces (not the main one! The part which I hack sawed :P)

CY103:

Chemistry lab. I enjoyed it very much. The experiments were quite interesting and spanned all parts of chemistry. The TAs were good and explained things clearly. It was real fun!!

PH103:

It’s the physics lab. The experiments were well chosen. But the lab evaluation was much to be questioned. We soon realized that Honesty was not the Best Policy here. That’s where students learnt to do the “Best fitting curve”, “Reverse experimentation” and “Value fixation.” We ended up learning lot of “general stuff”.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Janana maraNa noondaNiyalli nagehonalu

I went to the Municipal Office, birth and death registration office. I needed to get my father’s death certificate.

The man who is supposed to issue the death certificates was standing outside. I said, “Sir, I need the death certificate of father”. “Is it registered? Have you used the certificate before?”. “Yes sir.” “Do you have a copy of it?” “No, sir”. “Ok. But it will be difficult to search. Come in”.

That was a narrow passage leading to a room. The passage had three tables! He asked, “How many years ago did he die?”

“Recently, sir.7th January 2008”

“Well. Hey Mr.B, take that register for January 2007.”

“Sir, 2008.”

“Oh. Mr.B, not 2007. take that Jan 2008. ”

Now let us call the first man as Mr. A.

B: Madam, what’s the date?

Me: 7th January. Name is V.T.Hegde.

Mr. B searches for about 20minutes.

B: How many months is the baby?

[What the heck?? Baby?? He is checking birth records. Damn!! He searches 20 minutes in a wrong record file! ]

Me: Sir, I am asking for death certificate of my father.

B: Oh. Well.

[He opens the death record file and starts searching. Mean while there comes a man, lets call him X, Muslim I guess as he was talking in Hindi. The officials were replying in Kannada. It was an amusing case.]

X: Birth certificate chahiye sir. Naam *****. (I need a birth certificate. Name is *****)

A: Yaavaga huttidu? (When was the child born)

X: Dus tarik ko. (tenth)

A: TingaLu? (month? )

X: Che barasko char mahina kum. (Four months less for six years.)

[What the heck? Doesn’t even know the date of birth of the child and comes to get the birth certificate of the child that too born some six years ago. This was the expression of Mr.A]

A: allari. Dinakka noorau makkaLu huTTutve. Ond tingalige eshT dappa file aagatte. neevu aar varshad hindindu date gottilde certificate kodi andre ellinda huDkona?

(What is this sir? Hundreds of children take birth every day. One month’s record itself is a huge file. You are asking the certificate of a child born six years ago without knowing the date of birth? How should we search? )

X: dus tarik sir. Che barasko char mahina kum.

[ WTF? Says the same thing again? This was the look from people around.]

[There comes another man, say Y. He came to register a birth.]

Y: Sir, please register the birth.

A: Name, sir?

Y: xxxxxx.

A: Not your's sir. The child’s.

Y: Don’t know sir.

A: Er..?

Y: There are four five names sir. We have not yet confirmed.

A: Ok. Film actors hesarigenu baragalve? (Is there famine for film actor’s name?)

[ He was pissed by these kind of cases]

A: Don’t keep old names I say. Don’t keep those Huchhappa, Ramappa, Bhimappa. Keep some modern name. Btw is the child yours?

Y: No sir. My sister’s child. That’s why there is delay. If it was mine I would have decided.

A: Okay. Tell your sister and brother-in-law to decide soon. Tell me the details now.

Y: Sir, write Adrushta (meaning: luck.).

A: Leave the child’s name. Tell other details.

[That continued. There were many more people waiting. There was a old lady waiting to get her son’s death certificate. I could see here wet eyes.]

B: I found the details. Give an application and pay Rs.25. Come at four in the evening.

Me: Ok, sir.

There was list of births and deaths per year ,I guess.

Birth: 2500 to 3500

Death: 200 to 400.

Oh my god!! The figures clearly depicted the increase in birth rate and decrease in death rate. What’s going to happen to this country?

Monday, May 12, 2008

NOODI SWAMI NAAVIRODE HIGE!!! Anka !! :

Thud!!! Holidays again. Now that I am free to do what I want :)

As usual I saw zillion movies, ate, read and talked unlimitedly. Bored by these activities finally I decided to continue the documentation of the memories of my first year in IITM.

I am not a “freshie” any more. As I stack my first year stuffs neatly, so as to pass them on as heritage to my juniors (of course after PDP sessions), I recall my first year in the institute.

After the first few days of Personality development sessions (PDP sessions- a “cleaner” name for ragging), we started getting along with each other. Classes!!

Classes at 8 a.m. First few weeks saw high activity in the wing bogs early in the morning. When my fellow mates in the wing woke up as early as 5 am (Info from friends -no clue if anyone woke up before), I was peacefully rolling on my bed. I had calculated well. I am not going to wake up before 7:15 am. How much time would this girl who used to manage to get to the classroom at 8 am in 12th even while waking up at 7:45 am require to get ready? Mind you, I used to get to class just in time or some five minutes late, but after completing all the morning “work”(which includes bathing :P ) and also after having Breakfast! So it should not be difficult here in IITM too. Slowly and steadily as time went on, the early morning activity in the wing slowly decreased. The time of waking up of my wing mates exponentially decreased, but I maintained my constant 7:15 am.

We used to have classes from 8am to 5pm, with some slots free here and there. “Slots”, this reminds me of the difficulty we faced in figuring out how to read our time table. The time table given to us looked like :


It looked like a great puzzle to us. We had no clue from where to start reading this table. The “Code Breaking” work started. With the curriculum book in one hand and the time table in another, I sat down for a couple of hours. Eureka!!! I got it!!! Finally I managed to read the “da IITM code”!!!

Coming back to the classes, first few days were really boring for we did not have any classes. All that we ended up doing was moving from one class room to another. How would this happen in IITM? No classes for two days? What a waste! The third day the classes kick started. With in two days the classes were at full swing. With enormous courses in front of us, we got the shock of IITM curriculum. Physics, Chemistry, Mathematics, Computer Science, Engineering Design, Professional Major Theory, Physics Lab, Chemistry Lab and Workshop, did I miss any? Was this enough for a semester!?

IIT=Institute of Infinite Tension.

True, it is true!!! With MA101 and CY101, we got the heat of IIT.

There started the Acads!!!

///NOODI SWAMI NAAVIRODE HIGE….!!!!



P.S: First part in NOODI SWAMI NAAVIRODE HIGE!!! Anka !. sorry for non-digs. Trying to translate it :P


NooDi Swami naavirode hige = dekhiye sir, hum aise hi hai.


Friday, April 4, 2008

NenapinangaLadinda...

I remember the poem "Mera naya bachpan" by Subhadra Kumari Chauhan which we did in class 6th...and also again in 9th i guess.
The poet yearns to get back to her innocence of childhood again. To be honest i had not got the funda why poet wants to get back then. I did not really understand my teacher's words as how she too wants to live her childhood again...

I wanted to grow up then so that
> i wont have to give oral exam for every test :P
>no more learning of spellings for dictation.
>need not have to do home work ;P
>need not have to get punished with writing the poem ten times along with x,y,z punishments for talking in the class ;D
> need not have to write copy writing again.
and so on and so forth........... All silly reasons i used to crib at!!

But now i realize what it is to be grown up. The innocence, carefree and stress free life of childhood!! All those memories tantalizingly flash upon my mind. Making me crave for those days again!!


"Baar baar aathi hai mujhko madhur yaad bachpan teri
Gaya le gaya tu jeevan ki sabase mast khushi meri

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Aaja bachpan ek baar phir de de apani nirmal shaanti
Vyakul vyatha miThane wali vah apani prakruth vishranti

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I want to get back to those magical days... mesmerizing memories !!


P.S: Those who want the entire poem can check this out
http://www.geeta-kavita.com/hindi_sahitya.asp?id=255

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Maayadanta maLe bantaNNa.....

MaLe… Mungaarina modala maLe… adara anubhva… nanna manasina puTagaLinda…

MalenaaDinalli huTTi beLeda nanage madaraasina haveinda tumbane besara mooDittu. August tingaLinnalle sekhe sekhe endu oddaDuttidda nanage march april tingLinalli hegagirabeDa? May bagge yochane maaDoku anjike aagta ide.

Heege mooru nalku dingaLinda maLe suriyutta ittu.Chennainalli ee maasadalli maLe kaaNisikollodu aparoopa. Adarallu pakka mungarinantene siDilu guDugininda kooDida maLe nenapugaLa saramaleyenne nanna munde tereitu.

Mungaarina Modala maLe.. aaa siDilu guDugina aarbhaTa… minchina aakrandana.. ababba entha ghora ee prakruthi enisuttittu! Ade maLe hani nellakke taakidaaga… aa maNNina vaasane…. Aahladakara gaaLi… Manasige hita enisuttittu.

Munjavininda mussanjeya varege dhooo endu surida maLe swalpa shanta vaadaga entha ullasa? chaLi yalli bisi bisi kashaya kudiyutta kavaDe aaTadalli magnaraadare sanje aagiddu karenTu hoodamelene tiLiyodu. Amma meNada batti hachchikonDu bandaga ella kuLitu kaaDu haraTe hoDeyoke shuru maaDidare hoTTe churuguTTo varege samayada parive ella. Aaga ammanige aDuge maaDalu kaLisi, aDuge maneya aTTada meLe joopanavaagi eTTidda challuki, kooDubaLe mellutta punaha naavu harate shuru maaDodu. “KarenTu yaavaga baratte?” anta aagaga appanna peedisoodu. Namma piri piri taaLarade appa konege KEBge phonu hachchi “karrentu sadhyakke barallante” anta helidaroo eduru mane uncle “Joga roodinalli mara biddideante. NaaLe sangevaregu karenTu barolla” anta heLidaagale namage suddi kaChita enisoodu… Ega tanku hege tumbisoodu annodu mundina prashne. “Yaaroo neeru chellohagilla. Ella banni khali bakettu maLege eDi”-ammana appaNe. Naavu vedavakya paalisuvante ella buckettu, kodapana, doDDa paatre pagaDa ella horage ettu matte etha prakara namma harate munduvaresoodu. Karentu ellada dina enta oota? Belesaaru, palya, ganji, uppina kaayi, bisi bisi happaLa sanDige… ennenu beku? Gammattada oota aadameLe ele aDike hakadidre hege? “Makkalu kavaLa hakabaradu”—baaytumaba kavaLa tumbikonda appana salahe. KeLoru yaaru?

“Gante hattaytu malagi ellaru” matte ammana nirNaya. “Fannillade nidde barallamma”—endu naanu raga tegedaaga “Naavu chikkavariddaga karentu endare enu antane gottiralilla. Navella chimuNe deepadalli oodtaedvi. Kaanasooru high schoolige nadakondu haoogta edvi……………………………” sumaaru hanoudu – hannodu vare aaguvavaregu amma tanna baalyada dinagaLanna nenapisikoLLodu. Edu sumaaragi eppatu moovattane avalokana aadaru namagilla chinte… oTTinalli nidhanakke kaNNige nidde hattidaga hogi kambaLi hoddu bechchage malagoodu . SoLLe kaata taaLade eddu haLe baalamangaLa hiDidu Dinga, Shakti maddu oodutta kiLitukoLLodu. “MeNada batti belakalli oodabeda kannige dappa kannadaka baratte noDu..” endu appa hedarisidru enuoo prayojanavilla. (Ega adara pariNaama gottagide biDi). Haage ooduttaa oodutta nidde bandadde tiLiyutaa erallilla.

Entha dinagaLu avu!! Matte hinduruguva aase…

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Antarangada mrudanga....antu tomtanana....

It happened! It happened!! It indeed happened!!! Finally it did happen!!

After all such long desperate wait did not go in vain ……

It had been my dream from six months. A wish which had rooted deep within me. There came so many precious moments wherein I could have spelt out my wish. But alas! It never materialized. I remember the starry night in October 2007, when it was so close to happen. I was delighted. A bright glow in my eyes, a faint smile on my face. How desperate I was! How desperate to smell the fragrance! To feel fresh! To begin a new life! But it did not come true. My hopes were lost. I was completely shattered. I never thought a joyful moment will ever come in my life. Sitting in the corner of my room along with a best friend of mine, I wept silently for months.

Days passed, weeks went by, months gone…..huh… how could such a thing happen to me? I never thought that I would ever reach this state. But I did have a small hope, somewhere in the remote corner of mind. It may happen some day. May be the time was not for it. May be the Lord is testing me. I knew my wish would come true some day. And it came true yesterday.

Yes! It did! Now my hopes are redeemed, my eyes are eaming with happiness and satisfaction. Ah….how wonderful the world is!

These are the feelings of my bed spread which was lying in corner of my room since September 2007. I think it the other four bed sheets and the four buckets of clothes shared the same feelings. But their await was not so long, it was a just little more than a month or so [:P]. It is really not my mistake. Not my laziness. For example I do wash the essentials clothes everyday [:P].

There was no washing machine working in our hostel except one. I did go to it one night in January to get my clothes washed. But it was so painful because I live in second floor and the damn machine was in ground floor. Finally after a long fight, two new washing machines were brought. But see the irony, they brought only two machines and placed one in first floor and the other in third floor. What sin did we, the second floor people commit? Anyway I had made up my mind that I must wash my clothes.
I started my work at three in the after noon yesterday. After persevering for about seven and a half hours all my clothes were washed! All the rooms in my wing had my clothes and bed sheets hanging in their room [:P]. People coming to the bathroom in the wing in third floor were stunned at my dedication! “You are still washing clothes!?” was their question. And my answer was a smile. [:)].
Believe me. It needs a lot of dedication, determination and devotion [ the 3 D,s] to wash clothes for seven and a half hours on a semi automatic washing machine situated a floor above yours.

Some of you may feel (especially IITians) why we should get pained so much to wash clothes. But it’s really worthwhile to put such effort to wash clothes. Ah… It feels so heavenly now that my clothes are washed [:)].

:)