Its all about Feelings... A CASE STUDY.

Sophomore Saga

A CASE-STUDY

Its all about Feelings...

It has, undoubtedly, been long since I last saw this text editor.

Well if I go on to the extent of reinvigorating my memory, or more suitably, viewing my past blog posts, my last composed thing came up here on the web, a staggering, 3 months ago... //gasp
Now the only way not to make it 4 or 5 months, is, obviously,  to do the honors RIGHT NOW...

So here am I, back again, with a frivolous description of an, otherwise, significant and pressing escapades and undertakings of the new semester (count it as THIRD), which distinctly holds the privilege of being my first semester as a sophomore... // oh yeah..!!!


I'll modulate this extensive task for the sake of brevity and understanding.
Here I go:

switch (feels)                  // cases without a "break"... 'cause we definitely felt all of those.. 
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        case(1):  DETACHED !!!
                       LBS was the nerve center for all activities in KGP. All activities, of all sorts around, needs junta (or rather, laborers). And I'm pleased /* society wala */ to say LBS supplies that in abundance. "Over-enthusiastic freshers" are the only reason why KGP looks inhabited. Had it not been for the fachhas, there'd be no stupid freshers intro seminars (actually a relief), no fests, and literally, no workforce in societies; in short, KGP-life would be short-circuited, converting it to linear circuit where effort -> desired result, short-circuiting the non-linear and enormously energy consuming extra-curriculars element.. //had life been so simple.
But this section is not intended for these student associations, absolutely not.
It reads "Detached" (in bold and caps), which certainly doesn't imply directly to the text above-mentioned. Well that all was just a prelude to what's to come up.

Detachment was the result of the least-awaited and "severely-ill-timed" HMC doc pertaining to hall allotments.
"I-ll timed".???
Well if a life-altering announcement is enforced on you while you sit perplexed and intimidated, staring into the terribly heavy, voluminous, and "angry" book ( -Jain & I-"anger"), aware of the zero-output capability of yours the very next day in the examination hall, you better not ask this question..:P
But, honors had to be done and with extreme disregard for student mentality and mindset, the decision remained unchanged and the doc flashed up on the screens of our dust-ridden laptops.
The result.
EMOTIONS.!!!
Emotions all around...
Jubilance of being allotted the most-favored hall... or, sheer disappointment in the anti-situation..
Elated to have the entire friend circle out together again... or conversely, sulk in the moment of detachment..

There were emotions...

Had I possessed in myself, a bleak glimpse of some great poet, words in rhythm would have aptly decorated the scenario on paper.
But sadly for the world, that was not to be.. and hence, here we are.. 'Writing' and 'Reading' this stuff some 5 irrelevant months after the scene of action.

Naturally, the feelings won't be similar; nonetheless, the effort won't go in vain when I'll say those feelings were short-lived, as people remarkably found solace in their tryst with hall-life as most of them settled content-and-happy (//ahem ahem), while the rebellious ones had the courage to move ahead and grab the privilege of attending the OP seminars in 2 halls... (//Brought to you by HallC. , Courtesy- HMC .)

But, what we all definitely missed was the abode of close to a quarter junta in the campus (aka, LBS). And hence, theoretically, DETACHED.!!!


        case(2): Life in a Senior Hall..       (excluding rightfully, those 80 odd people in LBS)
                      Returning back from home, KGP seemed to have gone irrational. The most-ordered sense of life that existed back in the days of LBS, seemed to be quite distant from reality. There was commotion and chaos, distress and disorder of the highest level. People frantically shifting homes, rooms being cleaned (that was for those who atleast got a room :P), people struggling for room keys from past occupants, no order in the mess, etc etc were just some highlights of the first fortnight in the campus.
A vagabond of LLR residing in RK or some nomadic PAN Loop-ians appreciating the likes of LBS, was a common scene. There were rooms, severely oppressed, which were supporting about 4-5 times of its qualified ability to contain humans.. I wonder, had these rooms had tongues, they would have been a gem of a replacement of an angry senior during OP sessions...   #Curses

But for the well-settled lot, life was undeniably better..
The freedom from LBS Mess, arguably the biggest goal of every fresher in KGP, was met by close to 99% of the junta. The life of a sophomore suited people well. The aspiration to be an engineer was finally realized as junk courses in first year (designed only for some people) gave way to serious departmental courses.. Faith was restored in JOCSAP Seat Allocation as finally people got to study what they came to study for...
In short, there was finally some essence of IIT.

Back to serious grounds...
Despite all these, there was ONE underlying and Pivotal reason why many people cursed their life the way it was...
Lets move ahead. Next Case.



/******** Some Gloomy Lines of comments ...**********/
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// Disclaimer: Based on Hypothesis (CS Guys should fall in love with this word. -AM) and creativity of the writer. Readers' discretion is necessary and recommended. This case bears no resemblance to any thing/case/practice whatsoever and it would be purely coincidental if it indeed does.

         case (3):  Terror !!
         The gloomy shades clearly symbolized the arrival of terror. Surely crude and concentrated enough to seep "beyond the woods" and beat the hell out of Count Dracula as he lay marinated in disillusion in his secluded room in Transylvania, asking his friend and partner-in-crime (quite literally) Frankenstein to lock his room gates from the outside. Frankenstein, would be found in a hazy state in the library some hours later only to return by midnight just to make way for his friend Dracula to come out and loo. Their commander and chief of the wing, Ravana was a tougher (or rather, ill-fated) guy and had to attend the scene of terror quite regularly..
But quite literally, if Count Dracula or Frankenstein would ever be spotted in public, they would be rightfully rewarded..
The scene of terror was never actually found...

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Thus, was a summary of life, in short, of the first month as a sophomore.
Further events would be aptly and judiciously reported in the future works.

Customary Hash-tags:
#SecondYear
#ComputerScience
#Feels
#MSHall

As our beloved Count would say it :    La revedere...!!!

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The Inexplicable-Summers Documented #1

The Inexplicable-Summers Documented take that

An Encounter with THE Language

Act I

Scene 1

Place: D424

Starring, besides the narrator: Kunal Singh, Pranjal Shankhdhar

Featuring: Vaishal Shah, Mr. Wole Soyinka

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Me: Oh mate just check this joke out..!!!!
        Absolutely Hilarious...

Kunal (his ecstatic roomie) makes a move and approaches the laptop screen wide opened on the lap of a to-be sophomore, engrossed in deep thought of a noble problem of Maths before encountering this nasty joke.

Kunal: I couldn't get it bro... Maybe... errr.... Nopes buddy...:(

Me: (in a typical North Indian accent)  Arre bhai, dhang se dekh usko... You're missing

        something really cool...

Kunal: Lemme guess... Ummm.... 

Me: Dude, makha diye tum.... 

Then in a tone of understanding and rendering a portrait of nurturing a young bud, I gave him some quick missing links he (understandably) missed and then, he was clever enough to reach to the core of the joke.

Kunal: Damn awesome man... The best I've heard in days...

Me: You bet buddy....;)

"Figuring out a flaw in yourselves is a quality of yours."  But the absolute problem is that although you are relatively a different personality (in terms of accessing yourselves better), but on an absolute scale, you more or less remain the same (Remember, -1 adding to +1 gives zero).

Kunal took back the move and found his way back to his much coveted pillow-covered, screen-guard-coated laptop (some influence of literature, remember: The Telephone Conversation, W. Soyinka) and remained in his seat for an indeterminable time, so much so that he is expected to get up only the next morning. 

Did I forget to mention the time of the events, well take that clue: Its 02:30 am (8th May 2015).

Me: Lets see what you got next... Umm... Well, there's a team meet next day and a whole lot of

       work to be done before that. SQL and stuff. Lets get some basic brushing done and dusted

       before moving to actual challenges. 

With mind set on ambition and foot on a table, I stepped up to excavate my old school textbook (mind you, its not old-school, its "old" and "school" as 2 different adjectives) on Computer Science dealing with SQL. After spending the next 15-20 min on basic reading, I came back where I was, the hub of all activities, FB. (Vaishal's gonna troll me after reading this).

Suddenly, I received a message.

It was Pranjal, the algorithmic-bug of our batch. His philosophy: ' I don't always come out of hibernation, but when I do, I make sure that CodeChef's Long Challenge is nearby.'

Pranjal was quick to jump to topics of interest. 

Pranjal: Brainf**k padhi hai...???

Me: Why would I..???

But I knew there was more thought than words in that reply of mine.

Why was this friend of mine, obsessed with C++, now suddenly interested in a much-lesser known and celebrated language.??? 

The language's history is  so gloomy, that its creator was fined to type an apology in the same language he created for breaking laws regarding ethical naming of scientific terminology, but the ball's in favor of the nomenclature when I say that the language is indeed, mindf**king...

Then I remembered, one fine day, in the first semester of college, I came across some stupid question on SPOJ which dealt only in esoteric programming languages. Brainf**k was one of them. 

So, maybe, the next hint from Pranjal will enlighten me further.

Pranjal was equally well-poised for a reply.

Pranjal: Got a problem on SPOJ dealing with the above-mentioned... Care to examine it.???

Me: Sort of anticipating that...:P
        Nopes bro, nahi padhi hai...:(

Pranjal: Just compute something there. I can just print stuff. Things getting complicated on                      Brainf**k.

Me: Truly enough, I have little clue as to what you're talking about.

With that, we officially ended the talk meaning sense and then hopped onto general chat and issues. But I knew, I just got the way to spend the night before I sleep. I wanted to be Brainf**k-ed....

After disconnecting the nasty thing, FB, I tuned onto learning the language and made a certain progress. I even tried my hand at some indigenous practice and fared quite well in preliminary understanding. 

The language is not much. 8 commands. Yes. 8. And that's it. All things need to be sorted out in 8 single-character commands. 

(Audience might be checking the thing out now... Do it quickly and be back here. Though, there's not much left.)

The language was teasing. Exemplary of how we can create massive chunks of code with few and limited syntax and rules. This is the new era of programming. This is what it all bottles down to.... A short and simple language with no strings attached to it and much to discover and explore is what every coder dreams of...

Made my day...

Every cause to remember the name, Brainf**k it is... 
(And you know how to pronounce it...;) )


HAPPY HOLIDAYS..!!!!
#Summers'15


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Free Bonus to all Readers:

A code of Brainf**k, the historically conventional one.

++++++++++[>+++++++>++++++++++>+++<<<-]>++.>+.+++++++

 ..+++.>++.<<+++++++++++++++.>.+++.------.--------.>+.

This prints- Hello World!
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Calcutta Trip.....#1

//Post end-sems.....:)
Finally, we left the clouds of uncertainty back and once again regained the much-required solace after end-sems.
This was the time to witness the most PEACEful environment for the Physics Sem guys in Kharagpur. We could feel the air, the moment and the freedom. The Chemistry Sem guys were looking extremely devastated by their fate (ET ahead).
In such a scenario, we decided to fulfill our plan to watch the Christopher Nolan classic, 'Interstellar'. This wasn't possible in Kharagpur, Calcutta obviously.
//The plan....
With such thoughts in mind, Kushagra, aka Kush (the fun-loving Delhiite) approached the room of action, D-102. Parth lay in his iconic and trademark style (not sure if I should call it 'style') while Nishant lay scrambling for another novel in his much-celebrated collection. Vaishal couldn't really recover from the aftermath of losing a lump-sum of 2 marks in his latest exam. In such an environment, Kush emerged from nowhere and demanded the duo to leave for Calcutta at the earliest, while Parth, being a Chem-Sem guy, being left out.
Meanwhile we all arrived and the message quickly spread over to me, Vraj, Yajat and Tejas.
Me and Tejas had earlier found out that no tickets remained for the INOX cinema hall at Salt Lake from some sources. So, we denied going uselessly to Calcutta.
//Snap goes the plan....
But,

//The reassurance....
But, due to some really active work by Parth, we soon found out that most theatres in Calcutta ran almost empty. The mood soon picked up and we decided to make haste. We soon had our lunch at the mess and quickly proceeded to the gate. We picked our cab and hurried to the Kharagpur Station.
The former longest railway platform in the world welcomed us all. We had all arrangements made for the journey and quickly went to catch the 2:00 train. We got into the local (my first ride in a local train), and soon we were off on our journey to Howrah.

//Journey begins
We soon became bored by sitting and decided to engage in some sort of activity. We started playing many games and had many great and convincing talks with each other. After the much exciting and memorable journey, we finally reached Howrah at 5:30.
Howrah, the enormous station (infact the largest railway station complex in the nation), welcomed us to the 'City of Joy' -Kolkata.
We had the intents set but didn't know how to get going. We roamed aimlessly for many quarto-hours ("my invention"- blocks of time interval of 15 min. duration) and finally decided to take a cab to the nearest mall in the hope of catching the 7:30 show. But, unfortunately the traffic dissuaded us from doing so and we reached well after the speculated time.

//The mall
The Forum Mall housed the INOX, the place where the scene of action was to take place. We took our tickets for the next show at 10:30 and went to roam in the area. Located in the posh area of Calcutta, Camac Street, the mall was really a delight to watch. Excuse its size, everything else was wonderful.

But we had a mammoth task ahead. We had to burn some 2 - 2.5 hours of our time and we were literally without an idea. We had to first feed ourselves.
This was actually already premeditated that Nishant would be giving his Birthday Treat to us. So, we decided to merge the occasion and have a great dinner. We decided to reach somewhere where we could feed ourselves at Nishant's cost. We were lucky to find some location some 2-3 kms behind the mall. So, we took the city bus (fabulous ride, I must admit) and reached the expected place. After the short excursion-seeming trip, we ended up basking near Park Street.
Ambitious of a grand party and theoretically founding us at an awesome place excited us. We rushed into the Pizza Hut parlor in the vicinity and had a delightful dinner. (Ended up making the waitress uncomfortable...ahem ahem, Lad you exceed yourselves...)

After having a hearty meal, we had a greater task at hand (or maybe "at foot"). Having no cabs or buses nearby, we had to walk up the distance we had initially tread on wheels. In short, we had to clean our own created mess and reach the hall (cinema hall, not LBS. Bitch Please !) on time. The distance: 4 km, maybe (I forgot to carry my magnetotronic, ultra-hyper-induction-coiled distance meter with me which was actually my fantasy. But being a geographer, was quick to jump to clues.) And the time, some couple of quarters of an hour.
Walking aimfully on aimless and metalled roads had never been as fun. Nishant was really slow and we would have made it in half the time had Nishant offered for a lift on Vraj. But Vraj never proposed for it and hence, we had to walk it off.
Reaching the place some 5-10 min ahead of time under given circumstances was enough reason to qualify this act of us on our CVs.

Then it began. INTERSTELLAR.
Frantic, Heart-soothing, Nerve-rattling, puzzling and possibly teasing us IITians to learn such quality of science, the movie was indeed, fantabulous.
We walked off marinated in the ocean of knowledge and emotion.
Hopeful we were of experiencing a classsic, but such levels were undreamed of in this part of the world.
In short, movie raapchik thi bidu....

This was followed by our haste when we conjectured that the last locals leaves at 02:30 and we have 01:45 on the clock.
We rushed into one cab (lucky we were to fit in) and reached Howrah.
We broke a law there and were all set to break another one.
Without tickets we crept into the ready-to-move KGPian local and found us expecting KGP at 05:30 in the morning. Lad, Vaishal, Nishant, Vraj etc made themselves comfortable and slept.
We reached our home-de-jure, LBS by 06:00, content and most importantly, half-asleep.

Without thinking much, we crept towards our beds, inside the blankets and had a cozy and decent sleep.
This marked an official end to our trip.  //Jo_bhi_hua_,_achha_hua

We were now prepared to face the blazing guns of the Robotix Winter Workshop.

So, without much delay, I end it up here with a bonus for all readers.
Note that, it has nothing to do with the above shit.

Mausam-e-hasin mei mai nikla dhoondne koi shandaar shaam-e-gulshan... 

Pata chala, mai yaaron ke saath Algorithms by Cormen padh raha tha... 

Aur jab mere bagh-e-alam mei tashrif laya koi haseen khwaab, 

Tab mei shaan-e-shaukat se yeh blog-e-zamaani ko likh raha tha...

Adieu..!!

FRIENDS Saga

Prelude:

"I write this blog willfully, religiously, cautiously, in a fully conscious self state and in an extremely high quantity of emotion in me (Not to be confused with something related to Testosterone). 

The spring semester 2014-15 has drawn to an end, and this certainly is proportionally equivalent to the end of my first year as a college student (I'm growing up fast, hehe).  

So, I share this unique credit with myself to post some of the greatest and most memorable instances of my first year as an undergrad. A blog aimed to remarkably quote down the remarkable instances of a remarkable year in a remarkable place. (No remarks from now on, I assure)

HOPE YOU'LL ENJOY.

But, before I get going, some basic fixes:

int Emotional_Line=0;

OK Done. :)

Here I go.

The journey of life takes another turn. The much-favored and savored path followed till then has ceased to be material.

What remains at hand is the essence of sand moved by and winds blown across. But what remains at heart are the numerous incredible and indelible memories and instances which are unique to themselves and most importantly the awesome people who made these moments even more special. These memories are so much so that I am highly emotional while writing (or favorably, typing) this. Hope we'll stay together for a lifetime. {Emotional_Line++}

This blog serves a purpose to describe the fabulous and prodigious friends (for a lifetime) {Emotional_Line++} and I'll possibly jot down the spectacular memories and reminiscences in another one.

So, the blog theoretically, figuratively, hopefully, and in all such other figures (except "practically") belongs to the fab junta of IITKgp.   {Emotional_Line++}

I've known people. 

I've known people incredibly talented and exquisitely wonderful, so much so that it would be an staggering fail to keep them out of this blog.  

My blog will grow voluminous due to these people.

Note- I'll keep on adding more info and keep the blog dynamic and ever expanding. 


Keeping the business manageable and organised, I'll hereby declare some categorizations on which I'll segregate each mate of mine.

• Home-town friends. #Jhansi
• Section mates. #Section_12_ki_battery_charging_mei_lagi_rehti_hai (Section 11 guys would also feature here...)
• Departmental guys. #CSE_ka_tempo_pata_nahi_high _kab_hoga
• Society ones. (CodeClub, KRSSG, Alumni Cell, KGTS, SF etc.)
• Wingies #D400+ (includes roomies as well, obviously).
• FOFs (Friends of ...)

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BREAKING NEWS-
GOOGLE DOES NOT WANT ME TO POST IT TODAY. 
Text Limit Exceeded.                            #TLE_again #Ishaan_complexity_kam_kar_bc

See you guys with some real stuff really soon.... 

Till then, be happy and be safe.
Cheers.