Spring Fest 2016 Continued - Akki's Hope

... continued.

DAY 1. Spring Fest, IIT Kharagpur.

Mornings had never been warmer for the past few months. I woke up to the sun soaring above the head at around 10 am to see Anurag's door locked ( although, it is never rare ). Soon, Krish followed my suit and I got a glimpse of his bed. 

He wasn't sleeping alone...!!!

He was sharing his bed with Anurag !!

Anurag had been in one of his grand- old tempo swings that night and in a rather uncanny sequence of events, dropped his room keys somewhere. Lacking a duplicate key at his disposal, he found shelter in Krishang's room; with Krishang being generally nice.

With no questions raised on the conduct of those two pious souls, we started formulating strategies to see through the crisis. Algorithms designed.. Questions asked.. Proofs shown.. Finally, the most viable option was seemingly obscure but rather straight-forward. BREAK THAT LOCK APART..!!!

Instruments were fetched. Efforts were delivered. But the lock was just like some of our esteemed professors, unyielding and adamant.

Finally, a formal application was drafted to get official help.

A pen is mightier than a sword, they said.... Well said..!! 

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The day was rather unplanned and the things I did in the afternoon are curtained ( not to be confused with, censored ) to comply with the code of conduct during fests. Shrey and later, Madhav are better candidates to help understand the scenario.

In all, the entertaining day interspersed with specks of enlightenment was quick to get over and I found myself back to the same place, same time and with the same person... yes, Akki.

Me : Its SF buddy !!!  You ?  At room ?  This early ? 

        Wasn't it supposed to be the greatest eve of your rather uneventful life ??

Akki was quiet.

His always- brimming glass of optimism seemed to be empty. 

His eyes were drier than the Atacama.

The body was tarnished with invisible blots of fatigue and despair.

He didn't say anything further still. Just passed his lappy towards me...

I was shocked to see what I saw. Not just because it was something really intriguing, but also something that is officially and legally banned in several countries.

With trembling hands and gasping breath, I read it aloud - "HEIL HITLER" !!!

... And then I saw Akki in tears...

The hope was certainly and truly dead...!!

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DAY 2 - Spring Fest IIT Kharagpur

A good and deep night sleep is instrumental in shaping your day ahead. 

I had enjoyed my share of sleep to a better extent that my compatriot and friend, Akki.

Feeling sorry for his broken heart and my inability to provide him much needed consolation the other night, I invited him for a game of CounterStrike. Krishang was quick to create a server and soon, there were 5 players around. 

That was an honestly fantabulous investment and the best thing to happen in SF till then (for all except Anurag, ofcourse ).

Evening found me compensating for my pre-prediction crime; I had the responsibility to make Akki enjoy SF without confronting him to girls. That was difficult, but the fact that there were so many non-core SF events which were truly entertaining as well. 

Take stand-up comedy for an example. 

It is not about jokes.. But all about some random guy with just one motive viz., try to show how stupid he is or how fucking unfortunate things happened to him.

How to do that ?  

Well you just need to ask, just take some selling story and fit yourselves in it.. 

/* Oh wait !  I now realize wtf is this blog seriously...:P */

But those are actually the things which make you feel better. 

You get someone whose life is more complicated than you.

And that person still has the courage to confront the audience who has come just to laugh at him.

Such were my thoughts when we reached Kalidas Audi, but to my utter disappointment, other people had greater and more-urgent issues in life as the thousand capacity auditorium was filled completely with people arriving before time.    

/* "before time". Reminds me of something...   "Maggu" was it..??  Yeah. */

So, finally that dejection brought us back to the arena. 

Arena was resonating with loud music and there was absolutely no reason to hold back.

There were people with whom I danced.

There were songs..

There was food..

All in all, the only thing I remember after 3 hours or so was how exhausted I was. 

And the only thing I thought, how to get back to safe haven. ?

Walking along the Schols Ave had never been more solitary and tiring.

And the rest is present.

The reason why I stayed out of SF and wrote this blog.

Perpz was my motivation, seriously of all things...:/

Akki is really de-motivated as of now. The dance hasn't made him any better.

Krishang is coding.

Legend has it that Anurag's room is still locked.

Pate has been unheard of all this while.

Baba Bhagwat is on a higher level of abstraction that this... ( See his FB page "Being Bhagwat" for insights ). 

That's all from this side of the campus.

Signing off with love for SF,

Vaibhav :P                (as if you didn't knew all this while)

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PS- "Hope" is a great impact-factor. Just because it is being depicted as a factor in the losing side here, doesn't mean it always does end up there. 

Hope can move mountains. That's my precise philosophy on it.

PPS- SF is not just about this sadist stuff. If you are genuinely interested in having quality time, it is a golden opportunity. Kudos to the organizers for such a treat.

Disclaimer - 

1. No Akki's were hurt during this process.

2. The department was dirtied and washed countably infinite times since SF began. 

3. KRSSG rocks, always.  #Gymk_entry :P

Waiting "Hoping" for the best on the last day of SF !!!

Good Night !

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For Akhil, Gute Nacht :P !!

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Spring Fest 2016

Location : Somewhere in MS hall.

Date : The date when our first and last Software Engineering Lab took place... :P

Akki : This SF is gonna be the best ever !!  

            Watch me attend the dance workshop with a girl..;)

Me : " Pyaar Mohabbat Dhoka Hai... Code karle beta mauka hai..." 

        I just can't understand your immense lust. You waste considerable amount of time on tinder and

        omegle, but to NO upbeat result. You know, 2 pages of "Mein Kampf" twice daily can certainly

        improve your motivation and kill any molecule of love bacteria breeding in you...!!!

Akki : You talk shit.. Rubbish.. "Me Kam.." or whatever it is, is applicable only to hard-core nerds.

           I am a highly- developed, power- beamed, blessed and high- functioning STUD !!

           The love I carry in my heart is enough to even melt away Hitler !

           You gotta watch me roll on the eve of Spring Fest. This SF is gonna be the best ever !! 

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So I begin this illustrious tale of immense HOPE and motivation, just like the season's wrath decomposing into the gleam of a new growth, Spring.

Spring Fest, the largest Techno-management... 

Oh ! Excuse me... 

Spring Fest, the largest cultural fest in Asia... 

Wait ! 

What's Mood-I then ?? 

Let me play it safe..

Spring Fest, the largest cultural fest in Eastern, Central, Northern and Southern India, is a time for rejoice for all people crushed severely under the hammer of engineering at just another one of its numerous concentration camps, IIT Kharagpur. Although not obligatory, people leave their worries at their halls and Nalanda Complex and step out to delve into the mystic world of immense cultural opportunities. 

Legend has it that no maggu ever steppeth out of thy wormhole, but nevertheless, the halls seem desolated except for the occasional retreat of perpetrators of moral crime and innocents seemingly distressed and broken from fatigue and exhaustion, just like I am today..:P

--

It was evening. 

A rather cooler one.

Opportunists found it obligatory to frequent passes through and around the SF registration desk where a multitude was gathered. 

Ironically, I and Vaishal had a chore at hand. The Switching Lab assignment had been terribly undone and as a consequence, we had to spend that day at the Switching Lab, just adjacent to the lush and decorated SF arena. Still not able to fix the fuzz, we stepped out rather broken and disappointed. 

We made out way to our halls, amidst crowds gathered with HOPE in their eyes; hope for the next 3 days to come.

That very evening saw us preparing for the "wonderland" ourselves. Anurag, my team-mate and neighbor, had witnessed the excitement of Akki, the formerly introduced stud, and Krish, my other neighbor, for the Day 0 action.

It wasn't until we were sufficiently late and hopes to even get a seat in TOAT were demolished, we made off for the destination. Regulatory gate-checks and greetings saw us finally enter the theatre full with teeming millions of India, metaphorically, except ofcourse for the fact that the gender ratio was severely skewed...:P 

We made off to the top tier and descended the stairways just close to the hut and occupied a seat (a rather rare one though), but with the payoff that the view of the stage was somewhat obscured. "Somewhat" it was, and hence, certainly better than standing. We were later joined by Tejas, my buddy, and saw the event take a scarcely entertaining start. The DJ was certainly what we had expected (ofcourse we had the schedule) but not what we actually expected, as in, the quality. 

But it wasn't long that our buddies were met and the department was reunited inside the theatre. Conversations began.. Laughs escalated.. And attention was more on the fairer sex just alongside us rather than the stage. But soon, the shit on the stage elevated to some respectable levels and we found us witnessing an Assamese song festival live.

Ankit, the star from Assam, was fetched and dance commenced. People had little worries in life but they were certainly forgotten in the immediate air of excitement and fest. It was only after the curtains were drawn that we hopped out of the arena for dinner. But in some of us, the hunger was not only for food... Akki was one of them.

The grass hungry people left soon afterwards never to be seen again and the food-hungry ones gathered just later at the Gymk. Heads were counted, arrangements made, rules pronounced, privileges granted and soon we were in midst of the entertaining and capturing game of Mafia.

It wasn't until 2 am that we agreed to part ways, just to meet again on the same date.

--

Again, MS Hall.

Me : Ground gained, brother ??

Akki : Negate that. But we came really close to our aim. Tomorrow is that night. Tomorrow will I 

           be officially proclaimed the King of Tangerine Valleys of Love. Thou shall'th cede thy  

           knowledge of history in my foot as I'll show Hitler the power of one-sided love..

Me : All the best buddy for your endeavors. There'll be none more happy than me if you succeed..

        ( to myself ) Oh watchful protector, mind this lad... I don't see it end well any soon.

        Gute Nacht freund.

Akki : I don't even formally know English... WTF was that..

Me : German. And mind you, it was intentional..!!!

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DAY 1. Spring Fest, IIT Kharagpur.

Mornings had never been warmer for the past few months. I woke up to the sun soaring above the head at around 10 am to see Anurag's door locked ( although, it is never rare ). Soon, Krish followed my suit and I caught a glimpse of his bed. 

To my utter astonishment, he wasn't sleeping alone...!!!

                                           -- To be continued --

                                      -- Mind it. SF is still on. -- 

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.. 
{
        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...

}
.......             //some arbit stuff here to comply with global syntax.



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

Till then, be happy and be safe.
Cheers.

  

2014....:)

On the verge of the cracking of dawn of the year ahead, 2015, I consider it high time to look into the year passed by, the year of jubilation, 2014.

Certainly, to begin with, this IS the ecstatic year which saw me get into the institute of my dreams with the branch of my choice.
This fact alone sums up the year functionally, but technically, a year has 365 days and nothing is more disgusting than to balance all but one of the year's deeds to that ONE event.
So, here are my biggest hits of 2k14:

1. The warrior rises from the ashes...    It was a cold and harsh January which greeted me this year. Frantic as I was after seeing my plight and poor preparedness for JEE, it was only in the winters that the light of getting myself in the rank lists of JEE lit up. January saw me rising and never falling into pressure as I cruised through all tests and exams of JEE and life and made myself comfortable with the feel of "Yes, I can do it..."....
   I definitely have to do IT....
2. The realization of a hidden trouble... February again was a dominating month and I continued my streak of ever rising and building.
   But, all further movements were obstructed by the sudden realization of the truth-beyond-imagination, JEE-thwarting and hollow-but-raucous-disturbance, the CBSE Boards...
   I, being a person with a lot of friends, found it relatively easy to procure exam notes and easy-hacks, but yes, I had to give that thing some time. Finally, I aborted my JEE preps and began to fear about a bigger task in hand, pass the top 20 percentile cutoff.
3. The Boards...//enough said.
   That month was nasty. English and Science didn't go together. Reason and Rutta-fication had varying paces... Oh God !!
   Nevertheless, I saw myself through the storm and stood again, not so firmly but on harder soils....
4. Time for warm-up... Its JEE Mains, up ahead...
   April it was. And it was time for some real challenge, although not so challenging.
   Keeping April Jokes apart, we were entrusted the task of breaking the coaching's last year's JEE Mains record of 225 marks (that made me laugh, though)....
   We still had a week or two after the boards till JEE Mains and then about 6 quarters of months till JEE Advanced. Party time up ahead...:D
   Living to expectations, the record was well broken and a new one established for future generations... (mind it, it was 313)... Now, that was a worthy challenge.
   With JEE Mains conquered, it was party time.
   Though it was short lived.
5. The stage is set.... Its MAY, folks...
   May I do this.??
   May I do that.??
   May I.....<something> ???
   May I.....<yet something> ???
   All these courteous sentences had little meaning during those tense days.
   Those were those days when we drank water for coke, chapattis for pizzas, wore wind-cheats to avoid the hazardous loos...and yes, ate healthy home-made stuff ONLY.
   Health remained uncompromised and a field of intense care. Study hours were steeply increased to about 4-5 hours/day, and life was too hot to handle.
   And finally it came, the twenty-fifth day of the month, the most important day of life...
   After a mediocre and disappointing day, I lost all hopes
   But after tallying the answers from FIITJEE's, I got some sort of consolation when I found my rank won't dip below 200-225...
   Chalo, whatever happens, its over, its finally, done.
6. Result-wala month...
   It was June... and that too, result-wala...
   The WOW! Signal moment came soon with the following decryption...
   AIR- 217    //not too bad...
   Counselling done.
   IIT Kharagpur CSE granted..... //wow! signal detected
7. Time to be an IITian...July to December...
   It was time to be in an IIT...
   Life ahead was made enormously cool by me.... The result followed, SGPA- 8.7 only...
   A lot happened over these days and it's practically not viable to provide highlights to this semester....

Happy New Year folks....
May all of you have a great year ahead...


Time for the revelation,
My new year resolution : <I'll keep it to myself, the most of it>
                                         <The general one>   Be more serious....

Happy Winters...:)

#Welcome2k15
#Adieu2k14