Life at IIT in 100 posts
This is my 100th post and it’s about time that I pass out of the college. The only thing that is left is the B Tech Project. A few friends have already left for their home etc.
and I am wondering what just happened…
4 years passed away like yesterday..
I can very clearly remember everything about the da i entered IIT and yet it’s four years.
What just happened?
I won’t write what will i remember the most, because when i think of it a thousand things pop up and they are all the most memorable moments of my life..
I actually barely remember much about my life before IIT. It feels like i was born here rather than born to be here.
Love u all my friends.. the jewels of my life had been my friends. I am glad that I came in touch with every single one of them.
Love u all..
Final End Sems :)
Just came to know that there is an end sem tomorrow after a friend pinged me to ask the timings and venue for the same.
That exactly defines the attitude of a Btech Final year, final sem lazy ass at IIT M 
God hail IIT
Ek peedhi aati hai, ek peedhi jati hain
It was a wonderful experience writing RG’s, generating video ideas, planning the shots and working with the whole wing together. We did so many things in four years, but for the first time, as far as i remember, almost the whole wing was working. I enjoyed making this awesome video than the video itself.
Moli and Mamme deserve special mention for putting megalomaniac efforts in making the video a reality.
Keep rocking – FIKAR NOT.
Dance like no one is watching
“Dance like no one is watching” -Teeeta’s status says so, and so does the Video of the Godav 10th Wing. Tells the story of a happy man and asks that overwork(ing)ed IITian to take a break and live life. “Dance like no one is watching” – a phrase that should ring a 1000 bells in the temples of a regular – overworked – workaholic – and compromising IITian like me. I did good things, happy things, sad things and boring things.
I did what I was supposed to do and also did a lot more that I wasn’t supposed to. I liked myself and hated too, I loved my friends, I loved my sweetheart, I spent days and afternoons puzzled how can these jolly happy-go-lucky friends and meri jaans be so cool for not being good at “IT”. Do “IT”, try your best, don’t leave the rest to GOD or anything else for that matter had been the basic fundamental of me being me at #464, Ganga Hostel IITM, or any other place if it matters. Felt everything that I had to, but mostly, by force and imagination, also felt everything else unwanted, unsaid, untrue too!!
I forgot to ask myself that simple question. Why? What’s the point? Why make yourself miserable? WHY?
Well I did ask it a few times and every damn time I got one reply – “Stop screwing urself” – but will i listen?
NO.
I screw a bit more. To an extent that u love being pathetic. It gives u an arduous andfake satisfaction. U stay miserable, u say to urself I am miserable, then u ask urself how to get out of this fake misery which is actually a product of ur brainsick imagination, and then u feel the satisfaction of being able to come out of that misery, the one that really never existed. The cycle gets completed and sometimes enters a loop with no base cased, unless someone shakes ur temples and tell “Dude, Get the fuck out of here”. What’s the point?
The point u already know. Stop screwing, start living. ya that’s it. Living means very simple things.
feel good. Feel like,every morning, the sun shines out of ur ass, even if it hangs over ur head all day.It anyway follows u around all day, no matter how hard and far u run to avoid it. So let it stick out of ur ass. U r the masterpiece of the creator, he himself is not skilled enough to duplicate u, then why the hell do u dare insult him and more importantly urself by comparing. Do what u really really want to, even if it is standing on the roof and shouting “U suck!” and point ur finger towards the monkey who is busy pissing himself off.
Go grab a sail and fly. Trust me for this, only one person have the courage, power and wisdom of stopping you. Who?
U know the answer?
The other dimension
The other dimension is the one where you let yourself dive into only when you can’t control it to be otherwise. Please spare if things don’t make sense as I am not in my senses 
I have bozzed a lot today, and to top that I for the first time fagged today. As bhale says I am virgin nomore . I was afraid to do so, because it’s very tough to control all the zillions of emotions that are waiting to burst out from inside. I keep them trapped under the constant protection, but today I let go, just to see what comes out. Anyway everyone around is dear one and I won’t mind sharing anything with them, though I do the same often. Sorry Guys.. To keep my life a mystery from you, but i don’t want to hurt you all by sharing everything that goes inside this unstable mind.
I think, I whistper, I yell, I cry but all that is restricted to me. My sorrows are for me and my love is for thee. I had a real nasty split-up but i have to shelve my emotions so that I can take care of her, I had to hide it from her and from myself so that she can’t see anything. I asked her one last time and she still said that she can’t go ahead at this point of time. She loves me more than I love her and if she have to make such a decision than the situation would have been out of her control, as it’s always with moms. Funny thing is I am trying to help a girl get over me !!! I don’t regret that I loved her. I am glad and thankful to the lovely girl who came in my life and changed it a thousand times over and over and continues to do so.
I had two choices as AR Rahman said on the Oscar Stage “Love or Hate. I always chose love.” Sooner or later I was able to convince myself that only love wins. Nothing else. Moli bhai’s book “Tuesdays with morrie” Just strengthened that wisdom.
Anyway enough of that. Good thing is I experienced unconditional love, something that ur friends and parents also do but few of us never care much about that, until it’s from a dreamgirl. Better late than never.
Today’s evening was special. Most of my dear friends were there and I loved putting my arm around their shoulder and feeling the affection in the touch and the smile on everyone’s face. It felt life. yes I did feel it. I work my ass off most of the time because I love slogging. Something i learned before I learned to write. But i knew long back that their is something called survival and something called life.
I have been surviving for long, Now I want to live. I am not in denial. I just suppress my emotions. I have no specific choices. I take the path of maximum obstruction and minimum results the first time so that it helps me learn more things than i can by doing it the natural and accepted way. That’s no fun.
I am boring. But not always. If something went wrong and it went wrong then I am responsible. It makes me not repeat my silly mistakes. I don’t enjoy life to the fullest, in spite of the fact that i know it really well that it’s stupid to do so. I do things at times when I am completely aware that I shouldn’t be and vice-versa. I love complexifying situations, It’s fun.
I feel sorry for paining my friends which I do quite often. By default I am of extremely conservative nature but I better that in general. If we are what we act and not what we think than I am fine else there are reasons to be worried about.
All in all As shruti says. Start believing in urself. I am somewhere in the beginning of that.But, again if the beginning if the most difficult step then I am well on my way, because one thing I am sure of is that I have definitely crossed that stage.
Wish me luck. It’s a long way.
Love u all my friends and everyone that came into my life and gave me another reason to love.
Letter to a friend..
The Sailors Aboard
Hi Dearest,
How are you. Here everyone from first year to final year is trying their best to show us the doors out of IIT and they are trying really really hard Everyone wants to have a pic with us as we will be gone soon, some want to feature in a video dancing their drums off There is something called ADIEU which I am yet to figure out
Then there are those photo-shoots for the Alumni Association Office for the whole batch. Then there was a individual institute photo session for the photo on degree!! To top them all we celebrate something called hostel night, where all the seniors have to sponsor Food and Drinks [ food not mandatory ].
On the hostel night the juniors work really hard and from all the non-possible sources they find out such tripy, totally censored information about you to display at a place called Rouge’s Galleries. That’s not all. Then we all have a Toast. Actually it’s a Roast. Everyone cries during that time If one doesn’t then he is not entitled to receive an IIT degree
And from the degree It reminds me of the Convocation function which quite a lot of us are not sure how we will come back on 31st July as most of us will be on jobs, but that’s one thing I am not missing for anything, Even if i have to resign and come I will
We suddenly realize the importance of all the small big celebrations. The last Inter-IIT sportsfest win, the last Western Music performance of your dear friend, the last footer match that u play and probably the last robotics competition that u will ever attend.
Unike a lot of people I am not wishing that I had a bit more time. I had an awesome life in IIT, there is so much more I can and could have done but those are just fetishes as I really enjoyed every moment here and the Love i shared with Juniors , Batchmates ( all are such darlings) and the care of seniors ( all big bros). These four years redefined the meaning of every word I ever knew and to top them all added a lot of new ones too.
Tell me how do u feel about your passing out of the college?
Dear Sir….!!!!!
WTF!!!
Yesterday morning I opened my scrapbook for the routine and to my amazement out of nowhere I found this scrap.
I have 0 communities and I have nowhere written that I am CEO of any company or even an employee for that matter… I am still waiting for the reply as to what arosued his interest in landing that scrap in my account.
Anyway It’s good to be called Dear Sir
Vimeo…
This is kind of a word of mouth promotion of a video sharing site I am addicted to nowadays( I have never been addicted to YouTube!!)
The content here is more selective and totally creative unlike youtube which have everything and most of it is against the copyrights etc. Well YouTube have it’s own benefits but I love VIMEO for
- It’s clean and smooth interface.
- The collections of videos( only personal videos)
- The Quality of videos even in HD off mode.. It’s way too better than any other video sharing site.
- The creative user community.
- Very less Adds. That also very focused on selling creative designs etc.!!
- Did i mention the awesome simplistic design!!
Sadly I couldn’t find even 1 friends from my 800 Gmail contacts on this site!! Well I hope this post bring a few invites to me
Here’s a Sample Video from Vimeo..
