nostalgia
I went to college on Thursday. Most of the students had gone home. Went to library,Hostel and cafeteria. This made me realize that how much i miss my college. every place there has some memory associated with it. I really miss the quality time i spend there. Perhaps now i realize the meaning of nostalgia. If i srart blogging about my college then the saga would never end. A walk to the library refreshed the memories of placement season and the struggle associated with it.
I realized what my college meant for me after leaving it. Now only 1 more formality of presentation is left then i have to bid it final good bye 
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Indeed those were the best days of my life.
PS: The pic is of “The great wall of Thapar”
I shouldn’t be blogging now. I am sick. Sick of all the news channels who have nothing substantial to show but even then they pop in with a breaking news every 15-20 minutes.
I read an article in HT today regarding it and followed news channels throughout the day and realized that Mr Hazara was true.
All the stuff regarding petrol prices fiasco was really irritating. I still don’t know when the media will grow up.
Early morning on news channels “Crude prices are up 90%+ So price hike is inevitable”. Every 2nd minute channels come up with some experts who justify such move. Fair enough we are educated (ok that sparks a controversy … that I’ll discuss some other time) and understand that this is inevitable and nothing can stop it.
Later in the afternoon when prices are hiked then like a chameleon our Indian news channels change their stance completely. Now they are criticizing the govt for such move. Like it was never required. Our desi channels came up with a funny captions like “Tel ke aansoo” “Har ghar me aag”. Dude WTF! Where were those experts now??
Now the scenario is different. News channels went to public and as expected people tried to be as rubbish as they can on TV.
Funniest and perhaps the worst of the lot was about LPG prices. aunties clad in expensive sarees and wearing jewelry that could even put bhappi lehri to shame were worried about 50 rs price hike of an LPG cylinder like it would cause havoc in their life. It deserves another WTF but I’ll save it for some other time.
I still can’t understand the concept behind petrol subsidy. Poor men don’t need it (Although they might be affected indirectly. in that I dont want to go coz I don’t want to ). The most affected person is a south Delhi resident who has to spend more to fill fuel tanks of his 9-10 sedans. But the chap in our case is so stinking rich that he doesn’t give a damn.
God save IOCL,BPCL,HPCL I still cant figure out how they are surviving.
Have to hit the sack now. Feeling really sleepy. Waking up at 6.30 AM is showing its effects on me now.
PS:- Read my previous post that P.S. applies here too.
The Training Diareis: The background
It is 12:39 Midnight and I have nothing else to do right now so I am blogging.
Today was a normal day at home. I had breakfast at 12:30 AM lunch at 5 PM and dinner just half an hour ago. Surfed internet for a few hours, watched a movie, 3 episodes of Seinfeld (Love that showJ) and now finally to this stuff. Anyone who has read my older posts will find this entire intro a cliché but anyways who cares.
I was going through old text messages in the inbox of my good old nokia 6600. I read an old message that I received when I was on the way to Delhi for the first time for my training. Now since the training is about to end (it is already over from our side but not officially) I wanted to crib something about my training from my memory.
So I will write a series of post titled “The Training Diaries” (All due respect to the masterpiece “The Motorcycle Diaries”).
So lets start the journey (I know this is boring stuff, but a few years down the line when I’ll read it then it would be a walk down the memory lane for me, like my posts about summer training. so I am addressing these posts to myself. People may call me insane but as they say “insanity is contagious” so beware!! (I know someone will be cursing me for killing grammar. but I cant help it ) )
“Remember Remember 13th of December” . That was the day my exams for 7th semester ended. I was almost shattered by my score of 18.5/100 in a subject and an E grade seemed to be inevitable. That was toughest time of my entire college life. Some sleepless nights and a few nightmares later I got my result and I cleared all the subjects. Then my mind shifted to my training.
Our fate was decided in aranya 2007 when I got placed in REL. We were on cloud nine at that time. HR promised a stipend that equaled CTC and that was 34000 PM. that was huge. Later it was reduced to a meager accommodation and food at Delhi. Still we got condolences that it is worth 8-9K P.M. and since you’ll be getting accommodation from Reliance then it is sure to be of very high standard. Still I missed a slot at freescale semiconductor that offered 14K P.M. and as my mentor said “array tumhara to chutiya kaat gye vo” (I don’t want to translate it).
It was a mixed emotion feeling. I was happy that I’ll be living in Delhi (so called the heart of India). I was sad as I had to leave my home and net and computer etc. Parents were unexpectedly cool about it.
There were 8 of us. 7 guys and a gal (now rambani don’t abuse me of using such lingo. that’s what I have been using for last 3 years and cant help it now ). I packed (ok ok mom did all packing) my stuff in 1 bag, a briefcase (The size of which still scares me) and a blanket. loaded it into a cab and started for Delhi. it was 20th jan 2008.
That’s enough for now. 2nd part will be published tomorrow (like anyone cares. That’s just to remind me that I have to type something tomorrow as well.)
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