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Looking Back in the Flow of Time


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Well this post marks the approximate anniversary of my blog (1 year and 15 days to be precise). And as on this day I look back in time, I have to admit, it has been a long time… I remember the day when I wrote the first post “The Mound of the Dead“, I had no idea that this blog will last so long. All I had in mind was a set of posts on the then recent Gujarat tour that one of my friends Subhradeep and myself had just completed. Thanks to his superb camera and brilliant photography skills I was able to add some gibberish of my own and bring out a ‘something’.

I was convinced that that blog won’t live for long. Reasons… Firstly I had no idea what to write… and secondly I had no idea that a physics student can write something which the ‘general people’ could read. No seriously… sometimes we ourselves are amused by the amount of ‘Dirac Deltas’, ‘Considers’, ‘If…then…else’ that have entered into our colloquial conversations. So I was convinced that writing was not my cup of tea.

That was a day… And this is another day. I never thought that I would make ‘friends’ with people across the globe. (And yes, my friends are jealous about it). Now wordpress has become more of a coffee house to me unknown people meet and become so close to heart that their problems seem to be our own. I can’t help but name some of the most amazing people I met in this virtual world. These will surely remain one of my dearest friends even beyond the blog…

Dietlind Wagner… The first one to comment on the blog and an amazing artist who lives in her wonderful little world of puppets.

White Pearl… My first friend from our neighbour from from the west ;). Amazing, cute, wonderful yet confused personality and a brilliant writer. She claim to be as worthless as a grain of sand, but names herself ‘White Pearl’. See I told you… confused personality. (Sorry Sister :P)

Maria Imran… Amazing writer, amazing poet and amazing artist. Currently appointed as my Urdu teacher ;).

Mekala Rodrigo… Brilliant photographer and my travel guide (in future)…

Sharmishtha Basu… With her short poems which go straight to the core of the heart.

And the list could continue but the clock is ticking past. And I have to rush to catch a bus.

The journey till now has been great
What about the future? We have to wait…

Thank you my readers for being with me and thank you WordPress for letting me me meet these amazing people friends.

Sharodiya Shubhechha (Autumnal Greetings) to all of you… 🙂

Fly off!


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Fly off! you wandering soul

Advance towards the standing goal

Rip apart the strings, and set yourself free

Fear not mountains, forest or sea.

Time passes by, don’t be late

Hurry up now, as success won’t wait

Why do you fear, the unknown and unseen?

Don’t you want to know, what real adventure means?

Off you fly, but cautious you move

Don’t let yourself, slip off the grove

Addictive is the world, blinding is its glitter

It deceives your senses; even sweet tastes bitter

But fear not the world, as it can be tamed

All you need, is a mind properly aimed

Use your wisdom, to cautiously move through

Filter out the truth, from what seems true.

Advance with caution, and you will realise

A world is waiting, full of surprise

Amazing is the taste, and pride of fulfilment

Joy of success, satisfaction of achievement

And when in you journey, you reach a milestone

Reflect upon the fact, that you are not alone

There were some, who considered your success their own

And they are waiting at the home, from where you have flown

 

Photo Courtsey: The Big Picture

In the Hunt of an Internship


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Welcome to IISER Kolkata’s APC Roy Boys’ Hostel – housing 300 of the brightest minds of the country in a 3 storied – 2 winged building. Here you would find the marvelous gray matters doing everything but studying. There are many interesting aspects to the life at APC Roy like the ‘ultra-mechanized’ students’ canteen, the bathroom singers and the colorful language of ours… Not to forget the frequent and regular ‘snake encounters’. This feature is unique to our hostels. Since our arrival here, we have been acclimatized to seeing snakes to an extent that now we seemingly don’t fear them (probably it is the other way round). People say that the life must be great as we are the holders of the largest scholarship in the country. But alas they miss out one of the vital pains of our hearts – The struggle to hold on to the scholarship…

Early August: Session begins

Summer Vacations have ended… People sharing experiences of the ‘research projects’ they underwent – well theoretically. In reality…

SDG: Dude! That is what you call a beauty… Smoking Hot! I’m telling you, she’s going to be mine within weeks… Just wait and watch

MP: Don’t tell me… I have heard it time and again. Give me a break…

SDG: No man this time it is serious… Just wait and watch…

AS: Great man! I see determination in your voice!

SDG: Don’t you?

AS: Sure… So when is the treat?

SDG: In the next life… You moron!

Late August to Early September

This is when the heat rises… the hunt for internships begin. We need to do an internship each year to extend out fellowships. But as it always happens… there is a small problem… who will take us?

AS: So, what about next year?

SDG: Hmm… Would have to apply again! What the hell! Not again!

SG: Why now? Relax… We have just finished one…

MP: We have to hurry up… don’t want to be in a hurry like the last year.

September to March

This is the peak time for applications. The process starts off by a careful selection of mentors: their work, profile, availability etc. Everyone starts with high hopes. As usual there are a few lucky chaps who get their internships early and as usual… this puts on additional pressure on the rest of them. Time passes by and down go the hopes as each one awaits a single positive response. Those lucky are envied. Mails are sent more frequently and (more importantly) more randomly. Terms of friendship change…

MP (as usual peeping through the window): Any mails as yet? (Mail=Positive Response)

SDG: There is one I received, but it says that the lab is full…

MP: Heard that SP has got one…

AS: What the… Why always him? UM has got one too… SM is deciding between Stanford and Max Planck…

SDG: As usual, I am doomed…

MP: So am I, 50 mails; 2 responses; both negative

SDG: What the hell do they write to get one?

AS: I don’t understand why the Profs don’t reply? Do they ever read the mails or do they filter out all our mails?

One fine day when AS lazily was strolling outside his room; SG literally comes running to him and jumps onto him with ecstasy…

SG: Got it! Got it! A positive response from Caltech!

AS (with an expression too weird to describe): That’s great! Fantastic!

SG: I was browsing hopelessly for a professor somewhere, as all of a sudden my mailbox shows of this new new mail… Yippee…

AS: Well done man!

AS returns to the room with a hung face; and declares

AS: SG… Caltech…

MP (who has not got an internship yet): Oh no! Not Caltech! How can he… I mean… SG is going to CALTECH???

SP (who has got one): OK, that’s fine… What is the fuss all about?

AS: Shut up you moron!

One of the most pathetic situation is that of a person whose both the room-mates are going abroad and he is struggling hard to get one even within the country. Amidst all the mutual discussions of the visa process, air tickets and dreams of the foreign land; the one on the receiving end finds himself in an ocean of utter discomfort. Helplessly staring as a deer, he turns to one who never disappoints him – the pair of earphones – and tries to shield himself from the ‘noise’ (although he nostly doesn’t succeed…). At this moment it is only natural to realise the truth of the famous dialogue from the movie 3 idiots

Agar dost fail ho jaye to dukh hota hai… Par agar dost first aa jaye to aur jyada dukh hota hai…

Although the emotions, the disappointment and the disgust is only transient and temporary, one gets the true feeling of restlessness as he journeys through…

I feel I will miss these days when I pass out. This hunt has taught us a lot… How to write mails – LOTS OF MAILS; How to negotiate; What does it mean to try desperately and above all How does a hard earned success feel like…

Disclaimer

All the people named here are very very good friends of mine. The article is an earnest attempt to bring a smile on your face and is meant to be taken in good humour. No inferences whatsoever must be drawn on the nature, character etc. of all those named (if you ever get to know their real names).

She is Sinking!


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I knew this was coming… And now that the inevitable can be seen, let me admit it… But wait! First let me set up the obituary…

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OBITUARY

Oh my mate, my soul, the irreplaceable being

I know time was short… and the journey too long

I know that you were faithful to the best of your abilities.

Yes, I believe it was painful with all the punches on your heart

And the more than occasional twist that I caused on your neck.

I hope that you would forgive me for all the physical atrocities I committed on you.

You were but a brilliant and faithful comrade

You did the most complicated computations in seconds.

And not to forget the weird and complex logical networks of programs, small yet great

Which you resolved within the blink of an eye.

And in the test of all tests, you valiantly fought

And bore three operating systems on your small microchips;

When most of can’t survive two.

Yes! you make me proud…

But now I feel, you have become too old…

And understandably two of the three OS have given their lives up…

Even two heat sinks, a battery and a motherboard replacement does not seem to be enough to save you

Alas, I feel your time has come…

MAY YOUR SOUL REST IN PEACE (AFTER YOU DIE)

Others will come, but none can replace you…

MY VERY OWN LAPTOP

In Grief

Arindam Saha

(The proud owner)

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Yes my dear friends, my dearest laptop is on its death bead…

Festival of Light; Not So Bright


 

The city decorated as a bride

Millions of faces gleaming with pride

Each home twinkling with light

Never seen the city so bright

But emotions in my heart fade

It seems deserted and betrayed

 

Birds which sing, Birds which dance

Announce the festival well in advance

The morning dew on a solitary leaf

Watches the people’s growing belief

In a season when happiness flows

Why is my heart in such a low?

The songs on the radio, out in the streets

Greets the people whom it meets

Reminding us of the same old day

When a king returned from exile, they say

On a day when people meet with gratitude

Why does my heart seek solitude?

 

Sweets are made, distributed when people meet

Why does today’s sugar, not taste so sweet?

A spoon of love; a pinch of care

I think is what may relieve me from despair

A little smile, a drop of tear

An emotion no word can bear

Oh Mother! I will miss you the whole night

To day the festival of light is not so bright.

Happy Diwali to all

Hence Nominated


Recently I was humbled by nomination of my blog for one lovely blog award by Sakshi Vashist (http://cruisingthroughmylife.wordpress.com and http://sakshivashist.wordpress.com). Well for a very new blogger like me, it is an honour to get the nomination.

If you are not familiar with the award, here is what you have to do.

To accept this award:

1. Link back to the blogger who nominated you.

2. Paste the award image on your blog.

3. Tell 7 facts about yourself.

4. Nominate 15 other blogs that you would like to give the award to.

5. Contact the bloggers that you have chosen and let them know about the award.

Coming to facts about me; here I go

1. I am an undergraduate in Physics, aspiring to add a small contribution to understanding nature around us.

2. I am a die hard supporter of Open Source Software.

3. Favorite pass time – Doing experiments with my laptop.

4. About life – I believe that it is an opportunity to be dynamic, be happy and appreciate nature.

5. About spirituality – I feel that ‘All Spirituality is Physics, and all Gods are its Laws’.

6. I don’t know why but I am absolute love with local trains and buses.

7. I really aspire to visit places and meet people of different cultures.

That was difficult…

Now the more difficult part…

The 15 blogs I nominate are (not in any order of preference)

1. Dedepuppets – http://dedepuppets.com/

2. Sakshi Vashist – http://sakshivashist.wordpress.com/

3. To be Aware – http://idolanuel.com/

4. Bits and Pieces on Photo – http://bitsandpiecesonphoto.com/

5. Articles for Thought – http://articlesforthought.wordpress.com/

6.  Mr. Moonlight Flippflopp – http://snatsleepwalkers.wordpress.com/

7. Risikati’s Notes –  http://ristikati.wordpress.com/

8. Canadian Hiking Photography – http://hikingphoto.com/

9. Thoughts of a Lunatic – http://thoughtsofalunatic.com/

10. One Life – http://1lifeisallwegot.wordpress.com/

11. Provoked – http://provokedme.wordpress.com/

12. ThePurplePen – http://sillysymphonies.wordpress.com

13. Chris Martin Writes – http://chrismartinwrites.com/

14. Maria Prceioso – http://mariaprecioso.wordpress.com/

15. Poetryblogofmine – http://poetryblogofmine.wordpress.com/

That was tough!

Keep writing Bloggers!

Mahisasur Mardini in Bhopal


Thousands of mahisasurs killed; people all over India overjoyed; festivities all across; happiness all around and myself proud to be a part of the celebrations. It all started with the all familiar voice of Birendra Krishna Bhadra in Mahalaya (invoking the goddess) which marked the Akalbodhan (the act of untimely awakening) or the start of Indian festive season. The temperature suddenly dropped and I could see the fog outside my window; AND YES! THE TIME HAS ARRIVED!

And simultaneously started my vacations. I boarded the plane back home – Bhopal. I saw my city from the air as the plane was landing – and I swear – the city looked no less than a bride. Lights all around – some still; a few dancing; and many twinkling – as if a dream had come true.

Then came the four days – long awaited – when it is nothing but jolly faces all across. Hundreds of Pandals showcasing the age old tradition; tradition of devotion, tradition of celebration, tradition of joy. I must admit that Durga Puja or Navaratri is the grandest festival celebrated in India – both in terms of number of people celebrating it and the ways in which it is celebrated. And here is where staying in Bhopal help. Being in Central India, you can see all the different ways in which it celebrated.

On one hand the mesmerizing rhythm of the Dhak and the Dhumch Nach force you sway in its tune (as in Bengal), one the other you can see the showcase of utmost devotion and religious beliefs (as in the central India). Not to forget, the dance tunes of Garba and Dandiya (from Gujrat). And yes, the Mahabhog – I bet this is the tastiest food that you can ever have – it is not a dish; just the plain Khichdi, Sabji, Chatni and Payes but the taste is AWESOME.

At this moment in time I feel so helpless – words are such poor conveyors of emotions – they can’t describe how attached is an Indian is to this festival; but I make a single attempt to this by stating that – people cry when it is time bid adieu to the goddess.

ABAR ESHO MAA

And yes Subho Bijoya to all….

Batman Dreams


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