Monday, December 31, 2007

B.U.F.Y. 3: Blue Pill - Red Pill

Baby, Uncle and the Fifth Year (B.U.F.Y.) Part 3: Blue Pill - Red Pill*
Link for Part 1, Part 2

Bike and Lamboo’s Curse: When Baby got bike, Uncle and I was sure that it is not like Baby got a bike but it more like 'Baby got a bike to maintain and Lamboo got the bike to ride'.

It was very much true until Lamboo got his own bike. So it was very surprising that whenever Lamboo asked for bike – no matter Baby gave him or not – something wrong had to happen with the bike.

If he would give the bike to Lamboo, Lamboo would accidentally accident it, and if he would not he would find a shock absorber malfunction, tire burst or a warning note by Prof. Sinha to take care of his bike.

We never knew whether these things were intentionally done by Lamboo or not but by seeing the pattern we called it ‘Lamboo’s Curse.’

Baby’s Gate Score: It was shiny golden star stamped beautifully printed on nice paper which was holding your photo saying this guy had cleared gate and was eligible for scholarship. A paper which you wouldn’t like fold (yep, it was better in quality and more authentic in appearance than fake looking original IIT Kgp’s Bachelor degree.).

We surrounded the postman when he came with gate score card, Baby was able to find his first. We started pressing him to show how it was. We never knew his folded psychology, seeing us wishing to see his card he folded it cruelly (the star must have wept!) forced push it inside the tight jeans pocket and ran to his room locked it from inside.

What was the thing he was trying so hard to hide!

Uncle’s Dilemma: Dilemma was to be happy because he was one of the only two students in whole Biotech department who were able to clear gate (Even Dilip Singh couldn’t) or to Requiem for being one of only two unfortunates (other one was Ravi Agarwal) of RK Hall who wouldn’t be getting scholarship even after clearing GATE until end of next two semesters. (That, too, was not clear whether they would get it.)

Uncle’s face expression was one of most watchable feature when someone asks regarding the fellowship. I can quote three-four varying answers (varying in sense) which uncle used to give depending on person and amount of knowledge that person had about Uncle’s case.

Throughout the year , this was a pain in Uncle’s ‘you know where.’


* Blue Pill - Red Pill: Neo's Dilemma from The Matrix movie. Represents 'Uncle's Dilemma' theme for the post.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

B.U.F.Y . 2: Baby, Uncle and Bike

B.U.F.Y: Baby Uncle and the Fifth Year Part 2
Link to Part1

Uncle’s Promise

Summer end, end of June. It was quite hot out. T came to Baby’s room to take them (Uncle and Baby) with him for lunch. Out of the blue, discussion about Bengali vs. non-Bengali started. (We start it almost every time when we find someone who can easily be irritated by the sensitivity of the topic. Bad we!) Discussion quickly took a form of serious altercation and soon it became more like a one on one challenge game.

T started shouting out his frustration, ‘Loda dikha! Loda Dikha!’ [Show your tool.]
Uncle, who was fully charged by the time, challenged back, ‘only if you’ll show your buns!’

Uncle pulled his lower down even before T could finish his words.
Now, it was T’s turn, who was sensible enough to shout back and left the room.

Baby, who was only a viewer till now, suddenly came to life and realized something highly immoral, unethical, devilish and nasty event had just taken place in his room and that too in presence of gods (He was a theist). He started chanting ‘Are baap re!’ [Oh my God!]

He pushed Uncle out of the room, cleaned the room (Although they did not make anything dirty, it was Baby’s own feeling of insanitation). He put some scented stick, sprinkled holy water (Ganga Jal), asked for pardon from the gods and took a bath.

This incident gave Uncle a way to maul T whenever and wherever he used to see him. He enjoyed this for a long time.
(Based on description given by Uncle, Baby and T)

Baby, Bike and Uncle’s Fear

Actually the headline should be Baby and Bike, Uncle and Bike and Baby and Uncle. Anyway, here the story.

Baby (who did not have a girlfriend) got a bike so that whenever we miss Chhedi's, we can reach there in no time and effort (We did not go to the classes, anyway). But the big, twisted Q was: Baby did not know how to ride a bike. WTF!? Who was going to take this life threatening job to teach him? Uncle took the lead and within a couple of days, Baby was able to ride his bike with hiccups and few weeks later, smoothly.

Now, Baby started picking Uncle on his riding skills. He used to mimic Uncle. He used to make a posture as if he was riding bike and then shakes his hands (which were supposed to gripping bike’s handle) vigorously with his eyes wide open and concentrating as if riding at 120 miles/hour while (he shouts) actual speed was 20 kmph.

And the second point (I support it) that Baby used to make was that whenever a road turn comes, Uncle becomes queasy. Even if the bike inclines just 3 degrees from the vertical, Uncle grips the driver as tight as if he is going to plunge the flesh out of the rider’s body. He tries to push the driver in a way to make him vertical again.

Uncle had nothing to argue, he would just say, ‘I taught you bike riding!’

Monday, December 24, 2007

Baby, Uncle and the Final Year (BUFY): 1 Introduction

Baby, Uncle and the Final Year: Part 1 (BUFY 1: Introduction)
This story is divided into parts. This is part 1.

June started with Nema leaving the institute, and thus ending the list of closest friends that I have ever had in the campus. It was bizarre to realize that most of the closest friends of mine were in four year courses. I calculated how much aloof am I going to feel in next 10 months. Pretty Aloof – I thought.

I had these three aliens in my wing; each had its own way to alienate itself. Moving left to right in the order their dorms appear, first is Uncle. This guy remembers our first meeting like this (He acts it too.)
[Scene: 1st Year, Someday Dinner time, JCB Mess some discussion about fairness of SN Hall girls is going on. Surroundings are like Chappal Gang is beating one of its own members and relishing on their own foolish uniqueness]

Someone: (being skeptical) How come these SN girls are so ‘white’?

I: That is because they eat a lot of Safedi (Whitener / White substance).
That is all what he can remember of me!

Then the other guy: Lamboo. Lamboo was the least preferred acquaintance that I would ever like to have. Causes are many but one of best is perhaps his unique art to take you into trust and betray you. I really admire this skill. But this kind of skill you really like in yourself, not in your friends. On top of that, he was a kleptomaniac. I did not want to loose my music system.

And finally, this really friendly guy: Baby. Baby was way too friendly that he almost always becomes dependent on his friends. And they obviously exploit this nature to the extent they can.

It was unappealing to befriend the three. So I started my initiative of making friends elsewhere. I started making my places in already developed friend circles (these circles are like cult. Secluded with each other. A circle member talk within their circle. But I was an intruder anyway, so I select when to go to which circle). I was much involved with RP-CTW, Vixy’s Maggu group, Shubhang Band Party and Maths and compu junta.

But unlike any other, I enjoyed the new relationships with Uncle and Baby. I really miss each single moment with them – with all the stupidity and ups and downs. Here I would like to share a few of them.

These stories may contain sprinkle of foul language, but believe me, the description is dead without all those adjectives. I apologize in advance, if I happen to make anyone feel bad. It is not one of my intentions. All the characters are real.

This story would run in parts here are the bullets I have decided to write on.

Baby, Uncle and Bike
  Uncle’s Promise
  Baby, Bike and Uncle’s Fear

Blue Pill - Red Pill
  Bike and Lamboo’s curse
  Baby’s Gate Score
  Uncle’s Dilemma: GATE crossed but no scholarship

Brain Thief -- Phone Thief
  Baby and Guide’s Chaos
  Uncle, Lamboo and Flip-Flop phone

My Girl vs Your Girl
  Uncle and Girls vs Baby and Girls

Betrayal near Chhedi's
  Uncle and Tanul Mehta
  Gandi Maggi, Naale ka Kinara, Chhediz and the Cow before the Train

Deja-vu, Premonition and Eventuality
  Placement session and déjà-vu
  Jan 1st, James Bond, Nagina and Non-sense
  Tavant Drama

Secrets Unveiled
  Dharmu and My confession
  Bangalore dream and Supremo’s Extinction Plan
  Baby and Suku-Suku

Close Encounters of The Third Kind
  Uncle’s Bear Bottle Bottom-up
  Uncle, Baby, Kgp’s Psycho and all about ‘Indian Flag on Mars’

Ready to Fly, Ready to Fight
  Dhoti, Kurta and Bang-Bang
  Uncertain goodbye

The End?!
  Fuck you Tavant Technologies
  See you Kgp
  E for enjoy Electronic City

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Another Addictive Game

Monkey games -- always addictive, be it monkey lander, monkey money or slap the monkey. This time I was invited to an open challenge by Nishant Gupta (See his monkey score) I some how managed to overcome it (My monkey score).

As wrongly mentioned in the website - "It's all about the laws of physics. Think speed and angle for monster kicks." but it is "more about coefficient of restitution between different ground, time of contact (which depends on angle of attack), a lot of time killing and absence of sense of responsibility, especially when you are supposed to work."

I warn you not to try this game but for all those who "vroom" their motorcycle on red light and jump start it just 0.37 seconds before green light shows. Here is the game. Create your own challenge.

>> To challenge me CLICK HERE

Here is the game for normal people:

Monday, November 05, 2007

OMG, you are in “CHENNAI”?!

OMG, you are in “CHENNAI”?!

Damn it feels good to blog from your own PC!

Chennai – everyone pity on me for being here. Reasons for this pity are different for different people – for some, it is the sultry climate or non availability drinking water direct from tap or people being too critical about non-Tamils or some other extrinsic influence; for others, it is lack of ‘Greenery’ or too distant from friends and family.

For some reasons I find myself ok with everything, the only thing that sucks is being away from friends and high call rates. I also realize (it is probably too early to say) that people are friendly and helping here unlike the common misconception in north India. People are ok with English and if they know you are a Hindi speaker, believe me, they do not run behind you with beating rod rather they try to speak whatever Hindi they know (It is a street experience).

About climate, yeah sometime it’s a pain and all other time it is simply hot and humid. It is like end of June in UP when you wait for rain to lessen the heat but when it rains (hot & humid) you think it was better earlier.

First half month in Chennai, I repeatedly listen this warning for more than twenty times from different people. This warning is “Hey, never drink tap water. It is contaminated.” Well, somehow packaged water is readily available.

How do you find it?

One liner would be – An old metro with all the culture still alive blended with modernity, a place where gold is still a passion and you can find food shops and jewelry shops at every next step. Clean city (In Indian context given the fact it is heavily populated.)

© Nishant Neeraj

It is entirely author’s personal opinion and based on his real experience.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Pink Floyd : My Favorites

I love Pink Floyd, the way they make songs are like a live conversation between lyrics and your brain / soul. Here is a list of my favorites of Pink Floyd, but this is only a small minority of my Floyd-favorites. Listen it live.

Bothering about lyrics? Don't worry just click on the links given below the player, they will take you to the lyrics of the song listed on the page without interrupting your listening. (And you can come back to player by clicking nearest ^TOP link)
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Brain Damage
Comfortably Numb
Us and Them
Coming Back to Life
Speak to Me
Pigs on the Wing (Part One)
Pigs on the Wing (Part Two)
Another Brick in the Wall
Hey You

Brain Damage (Waters) 3:50

The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.

The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

"I can't think of anything to say except...
I think it's marvelous! HaHaHa!"


(Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour) 7:06

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.


Comfortably Numb (Gilmour, Waters) 6:49

Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, now,
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again.
I'll need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good.
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.


Eclipse (Waters) 2:04

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark."


Us and Them (Waters, Wright) 7:40

Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.

"I mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off
lightly, 'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners
don't cost nothing do they, eh?"

Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.


Coming Back to Life

Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
And where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me

While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun

Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime

I took a heavenly ride through our silence

I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life

I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And I headed straight..into the shining sun


Speak to Me (Mason) 1:16

"I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years, been over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands..."

"I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the
most of us...very hard to explain why you're mad, even if you're not mad..."


(Waters, Gilmour, Wright) 2:44

Breathe, breathe in the air.
Don't be afraid to care.
Leave but don't leave me.
Look around and choose your own ground.

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.

Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.


Pigs on the Wing (Part One) (Waters) 1:24

If you didn't care what happened to me,
And I didn't care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
Wondering which of the buggars to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.


Pigs on the Wing (Part Two) (Waters) 1:27

You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for me.
So I don't feel alone,
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I've found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.


Another Brick in the Wall Part 1 (Waters) 3:41

Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
Snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me?
Daddy, what'd'ja leave behind for me?!?
All in all it was just a brick in the wall.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.

"You! Yes, you! Stand still laddy!"

Another Brick in the Wall Part 2 (Waters) 3:56

We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

"Wrong, Do it again!"
"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you
have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"
"You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy!"

Another Brick in the Wall Part 3 (Waters) 1:17

[Sound of many TV's coming on, all on different channels]
"The Bulls are already out there"
Pink: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh!"
"This Roman Meal bakery thought you'd like to know."

I don't need no arms around me
And I dont need no drugs to calm me.
I have seen the writing on the wall.
Don't think I need anything at all.
No! Don't think I'll need anything at all.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall.


Money (Waters) 6:32

Money, get away.
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay.
Money, it's a gas.
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team.

Money, get back.
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it's a hit.
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit.
I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet.

Money, it's a crime.
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today.
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
giving none away.

"HuHuh! I was in the right!"
"Yes, absolutely in the right!"
"I certainly was in the right!"
"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a
"Why does anyone do anything?"
"I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!"
"I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking
why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and
screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely.
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"


Hey You (Waters) 4:39

Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.

But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you, standing in the road
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.

[Click of TV being turned on]
"Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started"
"Isnt it unsafe to travel at night?"
"It'll be a lot less safe to stay here. You're father's gunna pick up our trail before long"
"Can Loca ride?"
"Yeah, I can ride... Magaret, time to go! Maigret, thank you for everything"
"Goodbye Chenga"
"Goodbye miss ..."
"I'll be back"


Wednesday, September 05, 2007

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Sunday, September 02, 2007

Hebbagodi Chronicle

As in most of the stories where one fights against odds, everyone extends his help to the limit they can and after a lot of bad happenings we know that finally all of this is going to be all right The Story had its work done, it succeeded in keeping you in illusion that the world is greener than it is. But what you are going to read is frustrating tale. of failures. It doesn't always happen in the way you know it should.

Prologue: It was final semester of final year, we (Friends and I) were placed. Every one had plans to try for off-campus, just in case they might get a better job but no one was doing it in action. April 27, 2007 was the day when after five months of confirmation of my job at Tavant Technologies, Bangalore, they send a mail to all of those who were selected by the company, saying joining will be in December 2007. (That means you are unemployed for next six months, no compensation, no experience.)

We did everything that we could to prepone the joining date, but nothing happened. With a lot of hope and expectation we left Kharagpur to Bangalore to live at a place named Hebbagodi with Nihar, GP and Pankaj. It was like going home.

I thought it would be better to have few rules for lucid going in Bangalore:
Rule#1: I would have no opinion. Perhaps It's the time to listen.
Rule#2: Do no evil.
Rule#3: No more 'No' for few days . Let's see how all 'Yes' works.

Day#0 - Day#1: (May 26, 2007) Quite odd. 'Are they same wing-mates who I knew a year before?' was the first question. Yes, they are the same good and loving. 'But Am I?'

Day#2: Apurv and I walked some three KMs to find a slow net connectivity cyber cafe with 'god knows how working' computers. Registered to all available job sites, forums and groups.

Day#3: Sterling Commerce Test. We just under estimated it. Blown it happily as if we were going to get such chances in plenty. huh!

Day#4: Took Bus to go to same cyber cafe. Very enthusiastic with the hope of call from few dozens of companies for test, if not interview. Hundeds of mails. Opened curiously just to find all of them were crap. Cold ran through my spine. Did we miss the best chance.

Day#5: Took Bus to cyber cafe. wishing to get few calls. Returned frustrated.

Day#6 to Day#15: Realized the mistake of taking test lightly. Apurv had started smoking three cigarettes a day. I was on my knees.

Day#10: Met HR Tavant technologies, Mr. Ashish Thomas Sam. Requested. Requested again and again; and eventually it started look like begging. Ashish said not a word that could give me a single ray of hope and things went below dignity when we found that there was a minority in selected ones who would be joining the company in some 25 days.

I decided not to join the company at the spot. I can't live in a company that selects people based on same criterion (same test, GD and 2 rounds of interview) and doesn't treat them equally. It is not meritocracy. Go to Hell!

Day#16 to day# 21: Standard Chartered. They were needed brains with fresh ideas for the post of "thought leaders". I liked the idea. I love thinking alternates and untouched. Three rounds of interview. Then they lost contact, with me and with the HR consultancy. Hopeless again. One more nail to coffin. Started calling HRs directly, only to find all they need is 2+ yrs of experience market is full with freshers.

Prepared core Java by heart. Read and experimented with JDBC, Servlet, JSP, JBeans, RMI, Swing, Collections. Re-re-read C++. Re-re-re-..-read C. Cleared all doubts in RDBMS, OOP, DOM. And familiarize with Eclipse.

Day#22 - Day#30: Took Subex Azure test with thousands other. Result wasn't disclosed until next 40 days, waiting only to know that I have a face to face interview with them in Bangalore when I had return back home. Sad.

Day#31: OnMobile. It had become dream company now. We were flat on the floor with our nose constantly digging the ground at every breadth we were taking. Failed again! No excuse this time. I was a failure.

This day I have lost my motive to continue fighting. I was missing home more than ever in my life. Wanted to exit or perhaps, to shave every single hair on my body.

I became uninterested. Very much ready to join Tavant in December or IBM Bhubaneswar before December.

Day#32 to Day#47: I was out of my mind. Started re-calling HRs. And calling new ones and mailing and re-mailing. Apurv started smoking 4 cigarettes a day.

Telephonic interview with One-I systems, they would call me a week later.

Day#48: Apurv got places in a start-up Einstix. I was an orphan now. Pity Kitty.

Day#49: Probably, no-one knows it better than Nihar (except me) what was going on my mind.

Day#50-Day#60: Calling, mailing, walking, watching clouds, missing mom. Uninterested. Waking up and sleeping, just because everyone around me and everyone not around me were so caring that these things were essential.

Telephonic interview with One-I systems' client Intedo Corp(USA)'s co-founder, they would contact me later.

Day#61: GE interview for a Mechanical Engineer cum Java developer was so much matching with my profile that after telephonic interview they called me for face to face interview. Interview was more than excellent. I was knowing more than they were asking. Hoping animmediate offer. No Luck.

Day#62: Accepted my fate. Would go back. Fight is over. I lost. "Will be back home as soon as possible" I kept chanting.

Day#63 - Day#66: Kept my 'go back' idea secret.

Day#67 (August 1, 2007): Usually, at this point, stories has a words like 'happy' and 'winning'. This story would take just half of it - 'I was tired and happy.'

Epilogue: After reaching home I was happy but not calm. Seven days later I've got call from One-I that they hired me. I kept this news secret from everyone other than my family. I didn't care about people who were so close and so helpful in the worst time of my life - my wing-mates and my friends, they are as close to my heart as my family. I should have told them and end their misery at least ten days earlier, but I am an idiot. Or probably cold. I don't know. Now, my name is commonly used in place of selfish.

Author: Nishant Neeraj. Free to quote.

Disclaimer: Writer is a free thinker and the script is his personal view.

Genre: Real story based, Drama, Documentary, IIT Kharagpur
Type: Personal View
Language: English
Category: For ALL age group
Place and Time: Chennai, One-I. September 2, 2007

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

To be blown out

[Probably, it's an urban poetry]

What am I thinking?

I've messed up last project evaluation as bad as one can't imagine.

I have to give a demo presentation in two hours.

I have slept 4 hours yesterday.

I feel sleepy... and probably take a nap for one hour after listening some of Pink Floyd's depressants.

Am I afraid?

betcha! I am.

failure has become too frequent to refrain myself thinking about it.


... is a state of mind I, currently, am in.

You have things to do, you know you can do it, you have drive (drive to finish it so that I can go Home -> as my elder sister says.)

But you don't do. It is not lethargy, laziness or sloth.


I Want to end IIT Kharagpur chapter asap.

... let time to end it, I won't.

Stanzas written in dejection near temple.
May 9, 2007. 2:00 PM. IIT Kharagpur. India

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Ba Ba Black Sheep

Ba Ba Black Sheep: Punishing Innocents
(On Nehru Hall GC Massacre)

Black sheep: noun – A member of a family or other group who is considered undesirable.

It was the happiest moment for Nehru Hall of Residence; they won all the three Golden Championships (GCs) that IIT Sheep YardKharagpur offers for best performance in sport events, social and cultural events and technical events. They got over excited and showed off their joy in some what non-sober sense by entering into some other hostel and ridiculing them, which resulted in some dhishum-dhishum and few noses and few legs got broken.

Obviously Nehru-ites were liable to punishment, a punishment that reminds everyone not to enjoy happiness by break opening some skulls. So IIT barnstormers, uh sorry, brainstormers came up with two decisions – one, not give them any of the GCs; two, not to allot Nehru Hall to any of the new students.

First one is none of my concerns but still I think it is wrong. How easily can you scrap their one year’s fight and probably their future glory of winning three GCs alone just based on one incident which is very common in school lives? You, surely, can come up with a better punishment than that. You could ask them for an open apology to the suffered hostel or you can give them title of winner of three GCs but don’t give them the cups or give them the cups colored in black.

Whatever, it is not what bothered me much.

What made me think pity on their decision is the second part of it. No first year is going to be allotted Nehru Hall. What does that mean? To jury, it is probably a way to stop new talents going into Nehru Hall, but to second year students it is a pain spanning one year. Now, since no first year student will be allotted Nehru, more students will be allotted to other hostel. The problem is that all hostels already crumbling with students out numbering the rooms; and banning one hostel from taking new students means testing the collapse limit of other hostels’ facilities.

This decision will force more students to live with another roommate in a room optimized to live one student. (There is a possibility of putting four persons in double rooms.) Imagine a situation when one hundred and fifty students have to live in rooms which are not even sufficient for accommodating hundred.

I ask a question, who would suffer then? Nehru-ites, who are responsible, or first years, who think it’s a nice place to live…. and learn. Is it Nehru Hall which will suffer water shortage or other hostels who will have to carry one and a half times more people than the designed for?

The question is how long we will be treated as sheep? How many times will we be following the mob? Is there a black sheep (or lamb)?

© Copyrighted Nishant Neeraj. Ask before quote.

Disclaimer: Writer is a free thinker and the script is his personal view.

Genre: Real story based, Drama, Documentary, IIT Kharagpur
Type: Personal View
Language: English
Category: For ALL age group
Place and Time: IIT Kharagpur. April 21, 2007. 08:36 (PM) in evening.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Mechanical Programming

Mechanical Programming

7ou are not a skilled programmer (but never stopped boasting about 7our programming skills), 7ou have some twent7 da7s left in 7our graduation and 7ou find out 7our ke7board has got a non-adjustable vital ke7 fucked-up. What would 7ou do? (Especiall7, when all 7ou do on 7our computer is chat, read blog and search porn.) Bu7 a new ke7board! Naah!

(7ou must have guessed that the ke7 I am talking about is ‘y’, I had nonfunctional left control, tab and left shift, alread7.)

Probabl7 7ou’ll program some redundant ke7 like ‘tilde’ to print ‘wai.’ Being Mechanical Engineer b7 academics, I chose a ke7 which is close to ‘wai’ and look somewhat like it. I got ‘7’ and fitted a mechanical linkage between them. (Click the image to see it.)

Mechanical Programming

I programmed m7 computer mechanicall7 to print a s7mbol (seven) for a mechanicall7 unprintable letter (‘wai’).

PS. I used same ke7board facilit7 to t7pe m7 sevent7 pages long thesis, then cop7 pas7ted ‘wai’ for each seven from a website using MS Word’s search and destro7 tool. So it is not alwa7s ‘kewl’ to program mechanicall7, some time it sucks.

© Copyrighted Nishant Neeraj. Ask before quote.

Disclaimer: Writer is a free thinker and the script is his personal view.

Genre: Real stor7 based, Drama, Fun, Technolog7, comed7
Type: ‘KEWL’
Language: English
Categor7: For ALL age group
Place and Time: IIT Kharagpur. April 20, 2007. 03:05 in the morning (AM).

Monday, April 16, 2007

Freaky Future

Freaky Future: Fragile – Handle with care.

Most of it seems like a horrifying sci-fi novel or movie, the only difference is – it is not fiction. I am talking about a presentation by Karl Fitch, namely ‘Did you know?’ Materials are arranged in such a gluey manner that keeps you at the edge of your seat.

To me it was like confession of a completely fact freak American, but I am sure you’ll enjoy and obviously be impressed by this excellent presentation.

Being an engineer by profession and strong supporter of language unification, I liked most of the freak fact told about technology and growing influence of English world-wide.

However the best part of presentation where he talks about ‘fast growth of technical information.’ He says, “… for a student, starting four year technical degree, half of what they learn in first year will be outdated by their third year of study …” This may, probably, be true for US, but what about people who still study technologies that had been outdated half a century ago? And worse, what if it is the case of premiere institutes of a country?

Never mind! They’ll get a job anyway.

PS: Navigate to beautifully written blog of Jon Revelos.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Democracy Version 2.0


It is probably the human nature or democratic sDemocracy Version 2.0 Betaystem, which makes us to do it in the easiest way possible, no matter whether it is good or bad; and then to blame it in later stages when we find that it has gone not the way we wanted. I am talking about voting power.

Weeks ago we had institute level election for the post of student representatives for vice-president, sport heads, social-and-cultural events heads and many other. The process was supposed to be like candidates prove their validity (basic criterion like semesters cleared, eligibility for candidateship etc.) then candidates go campaigning about their ideas and meet students (voters) to clarify their doubts and take feedback, then a fair election is conducted by ‘the system.’

However, this is not exactly what happens in reality. In last five years at IIT Kharagpur, I’ve realized campaigns are meant only for first year students, who are kept in separate hostel for first year and are most unpredictable. So, what about rest of 90 percent of population, you may ask. The answer is that their votes are fixed. From second year onwards students are shifted permanently in senior hostels (they are equally distributed in six hostels) and each hostel has some “pally” with few other hostels. It is a quid-pro-quo system where some hostel heads talk to each other about ‘which post’s candidate from which hostel’ and shooo; the magic has been done; now, no campaign for senior hostels and all concentration on dumb-bombs, that is first years.

So, we do all kind of stuffs, parties and provide all kind of unrealistic offers and dreams (almost same as our real life Neta ji does.) to get the maximum out of them. And on the D day, each hostel resident is informed by hostel's stud guys (except 1st year hostel students) to vote for the pallied candidates of the hostel. Residents (second year and onwards students) are informed to vote to number 2 for VP, no. 1 for G.Sec. sports, no. 4 for this, number 2 for that and so on; which is the serial numbers of ‘pallied’ candidates of that hostel on the voting sheet.

Mostly, we think, what’s the problem, after all no candidate met me, I know no one's plan and I don’t like attending soap-boxes where they put their proposal, and seniors and previous post holders ask as unrealistic and out of context question as Indian Police ask to an innocent when they have to prove him guilty. Thinking this, one comes to the conclusion that choosing a donkey instead of the other makes no alteration in the situation; and anyway, they all are nothing but a number to a non-stud guy.

So, here I am, no.2 for VP checked, no. 1 for GSec checked and no. X for Y checked – never caring about their name.

Result, almost, gets clear days before the election. It is the candidate of hostel-X wins because hostel X has pally with hostel A, B, C and D while candidate of hostel-Y looses as hostel has pally with E and F only. Moreover candidates of hostels A, B, C and D also win because of pally among them and pally with hostel X.

Same story goes for hostel student representative election with one minor modification in pally, now pally is among different wings of the hostel instead of pally among different hostels. And so the neat and clean arrangement goes undisturbed forever.

Probably, weak student representation in the institute is one of the ill-effect of this tradition of voting system. So, now, our VP can arrange cheap laptops for us but he cannot put a strong protest for heavy student intake in the institute which is causing rapture of infrastructure at every seam.

On a second thought I find we are a part of mistake too, but we prefer living in cozy rooms than knowing and if possible, making a change in the system.

© Copyrighted Nishant Neeraj. Ask before quote.

Disclaimer: Writer is a free thinker and the script is his personal view.

Genre: Real story based, Drama, Fun, Documentary
Type: Personal View
Language: English
Category: For ALL age group
Place and Time: IIT Kharagpur. April 14, 2007. 07:58 in evening

Friday, April 13, 2007

Hindi Blogging


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वाह भाई वाह ! यह एक काम गूगल ने सही किया । अब हिंदी भाषी लोग भी ब्लॉगिंग कर सकेंगे । Jhandaहालांकि अभी काफी सुधार करना होगा लेकिन यह एक उत्साहजनक बात है कि पहला कदम लिया जा चुका है जल्द ही मैं कुछ हिंदी सामग्री के साथ ब्लॉग में पुनर्प्रवेश करुंगा तब तक के आज्ञा दीजिये ।

वो सभी लोग जो हिंदी में ब्लॉगिंग के इच्छुक है तथा इसके बारें में और विस्तार में जानना चाहते हैं कृपया इस लिंक (कड़ी) पर क्लिक करें - गूगल हिंदी ब्लॉगिंग सहायता

यदि कोई परेशानी हो या किसी सहायता कि आवश्यकता हो तो निःसंकोच मुझसे सम्पर्क करें (कमेन्ट के द्वारा) ।

Saturday, April 07, 2007

Five Years at IIT Kgp

What happens when a person spends five years at IIT Kgp?
Here I am attaching a video of a maniac-you-know who has spent more than four and a half years in IIT Kgp and still trying to keep himself sane.

The poor fellow was as ordinary as you and me but you can see how aimless career threatening studies and faceless life threatening professors can convert him a into a psychologically crank monster who remains unperturbed by any interference and keeps wondering in his lunar fantasies.

Yeah meet Apurv Mathur aka Buddha aka Uncle in his newly released video "The Lunatic is in My Head"


Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Odd into Odd

Odd into Odd: Life’s Unfair, get used to it.

Life isn’t a mathematical equation. N
Odd into Oddeither, it follows precise laws. There are odd situations when you are going through harsh times and everything goes exactly opposite as you would have think of to go to. But it gets worst when you find something very peculiar during the course of odd time; surely, the peculiarity would have been enjoying if everything had fallen into place but now it becomes an irony. A sick joke by your brain to your brain and oddly enough your brain is also supposed to be enjoying it – a psyche game.

Obviously, those who haven’t had such moments it must be pretty weird to imagine it. Sure enough if you have never given an interview, you can never have odd experience of not getting your eyes off the bra stripe which just peeped out of your women interviewer’s low cut shirt, at the time when you have messed everything up and a rescue mission (or more concentration on the words spoken) is required.

Clearly, in our lives odd into odd doesn’t make even.

I am going to describe one of such moment to you. It didn’t happen very far in past. In last semester during my project presentation, I was overconfident because I find everything so right that could not be any better. I have worked hard; at least harder than most of the students. I used to have frequent meetings with my guide. And everything was going too melodious to believe until Murphy [1] entered.

It was my project presentation and most of them including me would have never seen any worse presentation than this one. And irony was that when I was under trial (presenting my project) my brain was wondering on Pink Floyd’s ‘The Trial’ song. That wasn’t so bad, was it? It wasn’t over yet. I was correlating each part of my trial with the different pieces of the song. And finally I was doomed down by everything but imagination. At the end of the presentation when everyone was cursing me to ruin their precious IITian time, I was reciting Bill Gates [2] quote, “Life is unfair get used to it.”

Here is the original screenplay on my psyche stage. :)

[I suggest you to listen the song first, and then read the screenplay to enjoy it 100%.]

Title: The Trial

Music and Lyrics: Pink Floyd

Direction: Psyche


Myself as the accused / prisoner

Professors as Jury

Students as chorus and audience in court room

Guide as the schoolmaster

Stage: My Brain.

Audience: (On lousy presentation.)

Good morning, The Worm, Your Honour,
The Crown will plainly show,
The prisoner who now stands before you,
Was caught red-handed showing feelings.
Showing feelings of an almost human nature.

Jury: (On why the presentation was so lousy.)

This will not do.
Call the schoolmaster!

Schoolmaster: (Insisting I met him on fairly rare occasion and he kept warning me of such a fate.)

I always said he'd come to no good,
In the end, Your Honour.
If they'd let me have my way,
I could have flayed him into shape.
But my hands were tied.The bleeding hearts and artists,
Let him get away with murder. (Murder implies lousy presentation, bad project outcome)
Let me hammer him today.


Toys in the attic, I am crazy.
Truly gone fishing.

Prisoner: (defending myself by informing them that the work had never been tried before)

They must have taken my marbles away.
Crazy.Toys in the attic, he is crazy.

Jury : (Furiously)

You little shit, you're in it now.
I hope they throw away the key.

Schoolmaster: (along with Jury)

You should've talked to me more often than you did.
But no! You had to go your own way.
Have you broken any homes up lately?

One of the polite Jury: (Showing excessive favor)

Just five minutes, Worm, Your Honour,
Him and me alone.Baaaaaabe!
Come to Mother, baby.
Let me hold you in my arms.
M'Lord, I never meant for him to get in any trouble.
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm, Your Honour, let me take him home.

Prisoner: (Now, yielding over excessive pressure and unexpected incidents.)

Over the rainbow, I am crazy.
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall.
For when I came in.

Audience and Jury: (Happy on Prisoner’s acceptance.)

Over the rainbow, he is crazy.

Jury: (Dictating to work harder next time and giving me worst grade possible)

The evidence before the court is incontravertible.
There's no need for the jury to retire.
In all my years of judging I have never heard before,
Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of the law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite wife and mother, (Replace wife and mother with Guide and IIT emblem)
Fills me with the urge to deficate!
No, Judge, the jury!
Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear,
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.
Tear down the wall!

The End

[1] Murphy law says when everything seems too perfect you must have overlooked something.

[2] Bill Gates CEO Microsoft Inc.

[3] Lyrics source

© Copyrighted Nishant Neeraj. Ask before quote.

Disclaimer: Writer is a free thinker and the script is his personal view.

Genre: Real story based, Drama, Fun, Personal
Type: Personal View
Language: English
Category: For ALL age group
Place and Time: IIT Kharagpur. March 28, 2007. 09:00 in morning.

Monday, March 26, 2007


Breathe by Pink Floyd.
I love it.
I love Pink Floyd.
Especially when time gets tough and I become down and out.
Sympathy is an extravaganza in modern world and the kind of soothe their songs provide to me
can loosely assumed to be the closest thing to sympathy.

Here is the lyrics.


Breathe, breathe in the air

Don't be afraid to care

Leave but don't leave me

Look around and chose your own ground

For long you live and high you fly

And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry

And all you touch and all you see

Is all your life will ever be

Run, run rabbit run

Dig that hole, forget the sun,

And when at last the work is done

Don't sit down it's time to dig another one

For long you live and high you fly

But only if you ride the tide

And balanced on the biggest wave

You race toward an early grave.

- Pink Floyd (Dark Side Of The Moon)

Friday, March 23, 2007

Virginity, Envy, Boob 'n' Lalu Yadav

All I wanted was to create an exciting blog with some masala name yet matching with my personality. During my psycho state of earning money online I got fooled by this website to post as much as blogs per day as you can in order to reach at top 100 top bloggers who would be paid. And they will be selected every month. (See the story.)

I started posting using this blog-name, ‘Virginity, Envy, Boob and Lalu Prasad Yadav which I explained later in that blog. Here I am posting it again.

Virginity, Envy, Boob and Lalu Prasad Yadav Explained

You think it quite whacky and cheap title.
hmm. Yeah. It is cheap but whacky... no way.
Here is how

1. Why Virginity? Ask any 22 year old virgin boy what he thinks in every ten seconds; the reply would be uniquely constant. It is about VIRGINITY. (I can't say anything about girls. Hey girls out there can you give me some info on this?)

Be it a cool walk in a garden, be it a shopping mall, be it his conversation with his teacher about his lagging in the class, be it a job interview or be it train’s toilet; the brain constantly pinging virginity tab at every 10 seconds or less.

So it controls large processing time of my brain and hence a large part of my writings.

2. Why Envy? I envy. I love envying people. It gives me creativity and others good chunk of bad and vulgar masala about a third person.

I am in search of creative form of envy. I think I have got one.

3. Why Boob? Yeah that’s what exactly I thought when I first faced this word. Boob
mean female breast. Interesting? But no; what I am going to tell you about Boob would add fan of this word.

Boobies I typed Boob in Word Web dictionary pressed enter (Obviously, in search of more vulgar meaning and more tasty synonymous slang.) here is what I found:

Noun: boob
1. An ignorant or foolish person

2. Either of two soft fleshy milk-secreting glandular organs on the chest of a woman

Verb: boob
1. Commit a faux pas or a fault or make a serious mistake


Wow. I love it. I love word sin. Boob is sin. I am a fool, Boob is fool. I am a virgin. Hell! Boobs do have something to do with virgins.

4. Why Lalu Prasad Yadav? I admire Lalu Prasad Yadav for whatever he is. I dont know much about him. I don’t know general public opinion about him.

Lalu YadavBut I think himself as a creative person, a person who speaks WHATEVER HE WISH.

That is what I am going to do.
Write whatever I wish.

All Hail. Lalu Prasad Yadav, Zindabad - Zindagood.

Genre: 18+, Fiction, Fun, Personal
Type: Personal View
Language: English
For 18+ age group
Place and Time: IIT Kharagpur. March 23, 2007, 10:45 in night.

Originally published at:

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Formatting Windows

…When You Decide to Format Windows.

New Hard Disk in Old Computer: My friends find it very easy to do and I used to think the same way when I added a new hard disk to my not-so-technical friend's computer. But this time Murphy was with me and happened exactly what he says – easy tasks get tough exactly when you don’t want it to be. I did install the HDD but with minor modification; I had to make it primary and hence install everything into new drive – a marathon job of long 8 hours. (Yeah, I have archaic computer with 256SDR, 1.6 GHz P4 and CRT monitor!)

Here are few things if you are installing extra HDD in your computer. (It’s kind of layman’s approach for all the laymen who, like me, afraid of reading long technical details.)

Rule 1: IDE-HDD connectorBuy maximum hard disk capacity you can because no matter how capacious HDD you buy it can never accommodate the things you always wanted on your computer.

But must read your mother board manual for maximum HDD capacity it can accommodate. As far as I know up to 320 GB is supportable by all MoBos, yet you check MoBo manual or dig internet (In case you’ve lost the manual.)

Rule 2: Make sure your HDD comes with a warranty and in case of malfunction during installation you can reach the service centre to get help.

Rule 3: Ask the procedure to install the HDD in your computer and provide all information about your computer’s configuration even if you think s/he things you’re retarded or something.

Get an expert or you can or follow the steps given below.

Rule 4: Open your computer’s cabinet, see a wire stripe running from your MoBo to your existing HDD. And also see this wire has three pins on pinned into mother board, another in existing HDD and one empty (most common case.)

Rule 5: Ensure that your previous hard disk is attached to the pin which is at the end of the 80-pin striped wire. AnHDD Pin Configurationd secondly put the jumper of both the HDDs in cable select mode.

(By doing so, you say to your computer, “Hey! I don’t know which one is master and which one slave, you decide it based on the pin which I connect it to. The one, which I connect with pin at the end of the cable, would be the master and other one slave.”)

See the image, click to enlarge it.

Rule 5: Place your new HDD into cabinet slot screw tight it. Power it with one of the 4-pin power chord coming from SMPS. Do not worry, the grooves are made in such a way you can not connect it wrongly.

Rule 6: Connect the pin at the end to the hard disk having OS (Your older HDD) and the middle pin to the new HDD.

Most of the cases it works. But if you’re as unfortunate as me, it won’t. In that case you’ll meet people saying, “Buddy, you’ve got faulty disk get a new one.” because while formatting you’ve got an error saying “Drive did not format successfully.”

I tried everything from Partition Magic to Seagate’s Seatool nothing worked. Few diagnoses say disk is ok, other say disk is faulty and still others get hanged while checking the disk.

Whole drama took some 4 good hours of my busy day and then I decided to install windows in new HDD and use only that one and if it worked, I would sell old HDD for dirt.

I removed old HDD, gave primary connection to new HDD and tried to install it. It worked. Then just for experiment sake I connected my old drive in secondary pin. Wow, both were working. But shit I’d to install windows and many soft-wares which added another four hour and a day wasted.

Some says the error was because I attached a higher RPM HDD to secondary or high capacity disk to 2ndory connector. But still these configurations work in other’s computer. Why it didn’t in mine?

5 things you must do before you format your HDD

  1. Copy and save all of your documents; especially, your projects, memorable images and everything else which you can not find on other computer.

  2. Most of the time good and handy application data are created by long use of some software like Firefox (your shortcuts, Bookmarks, saved passwords etc), DC++ (Hashed files, hub address, favorite hub and user, passwords), Media player information database (where your music ranking, frequency and favorite and tagged song data are saved). Save them so that you can replace them and work as easily as you used to do. Without tweaking new settings.

  3. Keep your MoBo CD with you. If you’ve lost it download and burn it from MoBo manufacturer’s website before you format the computer.

  4. Keep installation files few essential software like Firefox, Antivirus, Winrar, All audio, graphics, webcam driver, Delete recovery programs.

  5. And check the calendar if it is a proper day to format your computer without hampering any thing more important.

Friday, March 16, 2007

My Favorite Actresses

Why do I like these Actresses?

(Why do I like it series)

My choice must really be hard to find. What I see in an actress is not necessarily her beauty or her acting or I don’t know. Perhaps it just clicks fit in my brain or perhaps it is momentary flow of emotion on certain point of time or it is nothing. I don’t know. But I like them for some reason I don’t know. Here I try to decipher why I like them. But I find myself unsuccessful. I don’t know why?

These Pictures and other my favorite pictures of them can be found at Flickr please click

JJuhi Chawlauhi Chawla: Child-like laugh, cool, full of energy whatever. I like her for whatever she is.

Since: I don't know when but I guess that is quite a long time. I still like her.

Why: Innocence, no emotional crap, Not only happy but happy as a crazy. She is live and buoyant. What else do you need, hmm?

Sushmita Sen: I haven't seen any of her movies properly. Seen some glimpses of her movie Sushmita Sennames "Main hoon naa" [1]. I am her fan. I love reading her interviews and about her life.

Since: It isn't her movies that impressed me most but I like the ways she is. I don't know exactly when but I can tell you it is somewhere around year 2000 when I started to make my point of views on things around.

Why: At least she has got brain, again no emotional crap, lives her life fullest, does whatever she wishes, mature, beautiful (least of my concerns), independent.

Maggie Gyllenhaal
[2]: She is not beautiful enough to be qualified in Bollywood as a star or say
Maggie Gllynhaalan actress. But I don't know what about her appeals me most. I think she is great as a whole package.

Since: Since I saw her movie 'Secretary' [3] and It wasn't long ago yet around start of 2005.

Why: She has got extra ordinary facial expressions and can expresses every emotion clearly and sharply without speaking a single word, bold, her voice, Mature.

Ana Faris [4]: Girl that acts fool. I don't know if she can act or not or whether she is cuckoo but
Ana Farissome how she manages to do her work to look pretty and stupid. I loved her the most in 'The Hot Chick' [5].

Since: Since 'Scary Movies' [6] searched her.

Why: Jolly, joyful, stupid yet innocent, laughing yet shy.

Monica Bellucci [7]: Most obvious choice for most obvious reasons. She is everything you've wMonica Belluccianted; great looking no no stunning, great actress, Italian tongue and everything else what you can think of.

Since: Since 2002.

Why: Do I need to answer this? Anyways, she is mature, bold, no emotional craps, diplomatic (Yeah, this is the thing I like most).


[1] Main Hoon Naa

[2] Maggie's Profile

[3] Secretary

[4] Ana Faris' Prifile

[5] The Hot Chick

[6] Scary Movie

[7] Monica Bellucci

Genre: Documentary
Type: Persona View
Language: English
Category: For ALL age group
Place and Time: IIT Kharagpur. March 16, 2007. 10:20 in night.