I remember it was the December of 2009 when I created my first email address in Gmail in a small nondescript café housed in a ground floor flat in a mostly residential area of an equally small town in North Bengal (which has just 2/3 trains passing through it in the entire day even now). Just 15 computers in a cramped up small room. Going by the young crowd moving in and out of the room, it could have been easily mistaken for a tuition class. The resemblance was too strong. School/College junta with bags drooping over their shoulder – heavy from the books which were supposed to be opened, the occasional banter and the jittery feeling whenever the exam results were out. The café didn’t have a name. The Place was anything but a place for studying. It was place for Counter Strike 1.6, FIFA08 and Need For Speed junkies and for some other stories which would deviate me from my own story. Continue reading My Affinity for Emails
There are a few things in Thapar which are so good that you would want to sit back, relax and lavish praise on them. But it wouldn’t come through words; language would fail you. It wouldn’t come through actions either; you would be overwhelmed. How it happens is unique to everyone of us.
The Fine Arts and Photographic Society (FAPS) perhaps is the crux of the whole gamut of such things. Now, I know the acronym is a misnomer and would invite a few chuckles or hmmm from people, but this has been the traditions since beginning. Why the authorities decided to go on with the name and that too in an ‘engineering college’ is matter of different proportions. Continue reading Kaleidoscope 2017
It’s 8:50 AM and Microsoft’s Weather App is showing it is 15°C in Patiala, Punjab. And there’s Fog. My lips edged itself towards a smile. I love winters and I love fog! Never had I experienced such winters in Jamshedpur where people would rush to the Tibetan Market at the beginning of November when the temperature search on Google barely showed 17°. And there was no fog (read never, except one or two days at the end of December).
Make no mistakes here. I am not from Delhi (so would not proclaim a Dil Walo ki Dilli). Ergo my lungs breathe in fresh air with no PM2.5 gibberish in the atmosphere so my fondness is completely natural. It is not smog. My eyes don’t get irritated and I do not need to cover my mouth. It’s beautiful in here. White. Wherever the eyes go, everything is covered with dew drops. The plants look clean and yes, my cycle is washed every day. Every morning when I rush to the cycle stand to go to my classes, I can see barely 3 feet and it’s so chilly. It’s the best time of the year. People huddle together, come late to class, get reprimanded by the Professors and then go back to their slumber state as soon as they hit the bench. And it is the season of momos and coffee! Two things I will forever be a fan of. Continue reading A Wintry Morning Post
Spending two months at home after five months of college with all its tests, mess food, hitting the attendance criteria and the last moment submissions is relaxing to be put in a very mild way. I wished to go as far away from home as possible to a different state for my college and I had got what I wanted. My wishes are crazy cause who wants to abandon the sweet hearth of home after spending 18 years? I wanted to. But my wish has led me to new experiences, a new culture and meeting new people and a completely different mindset. In the last 1 year of leaving home, I have matured (desperately hope so). Living far away is exciting. But the journey of coming back is what drives me nowadays. Never had I hoped that I would harbor such feelings. The strings which attached me to my place are no longer tied to me, yet it is the emotional spring of memories which keeps calling me back. Continue reading A Sunday Post
Date – 5th May, 2017
Place – Room
A103 A102, Hostel B, Thapar University, Patiala
Reason – Coursework. ’nuff said.
Do not mistake this for your usual CS-FIFA-DOTA session in progress. Some highly productive and fundamental things were cracked during the 15 minutes time frame on that hot and dry day. The residents of Hostel B will live long to tell the coming generations of their victory.
Edit – Apparently some of the residents who were so kind enough to visit my blog had misgivings about the veracity of the Room number. So my fellow reader, this event happened at Room A102 and not A103. The writer asks for forgiveness for leading you to the wrong path. *peace out*
This is a really long post. Be patient cause there is no TL;DR for this one.
February 2011, Jamshedpur – On an early bright late winter morning, with The Telegraph in my hand, the cup of tea and the necessary Marie biskoot I began to flip through the pages of the paper. In the local Jamshedpur pullout section (Yes, Telegraph was generous back in the 2011 era) I came across the news report of the city leg of Tata Crucible Campus Edition. Curiosity took over me. I never realized that there was a national level quiz for college too. A few teaser questions were also given and surprisingly I could answer one or two. I was happy that I could at least answer (read try) college level quiz question. And thus began my acquaintance with Tata Crucible.
August 2016, Patiala – Coming to Thapar University for my undergraduate studies, I had decided that I would be involved into extra-curricular activities just like the school days. Continue reading Of Tata Crucibles and Mid Sessionals
My last post was some 8 months ago and to be frank I have grown to be much lazy to update my blog regularly as I used to do earlier. The reasons are myriad and stupid (and also treacherous) not worthy enough but still I will write it here so that they can serve as a precursor to the coming babble.
Didn’t read any books any books in these 8 months.
Away from Home. The missing of homemade food threw my creative senses to a haywire.
Procrastination. ‘Ok tomorrow’ gave way to the day after tomorrow.
Thought maintaining a blog is a useless hobby. Who reads what I write? Who cares? Continue reading Back from Hibernation
So, I have been away from this space from far too long. This post is a kind of making up for the long absence from attending my blog. I believe that any worth wile post was last made sometime in the autumn of 2014. Well people I do have my reasons for that and perhaps the biggest one amongst them was disillusionment.
Now I think that maybe there is literally nobody reading my blog nowadays. Gone are the days when my friends would look up to me for posting an article, sometimes elevating them sometimes chiding and sometimes just churning out some randomized words about them. Continue reading Random Mumble
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 3,700 times in 2015. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 3 trips to carry that many people.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,000 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 33 trips to carry that many people.