What do enginners dread most?

Resonance!!

Just the name of it can cause mayhem in the life of an Engineer. For the non-technically oriented readers resonance refers to the degree to which a person and the environment mutually effect each other and build upon each other’s responses. Engineers will happily replace the person and the environment above with the systems and the working conditions(ain’t it also environment?), well who cares unless i made my point sink in.

While a design in under review the engineer keeps biting his nails, with the other hand’s fingers crossed and praying to god with grave faith that the inspector doesn’t come across any resonance he so very smartly covered up in the report submission. Engineers are so very afraid of things being in resonance that they totally leave out the possibility of such thing in real life. Ring any bells!? Better the breed of engineer, the more he is devastated by the thought of resonance. Does that explain something about the “geeks”. I can presume that you have read more than necessary literature about geeks being bad in socializing, hey but aren’t they getting trained to be so

PS: I have spend last two weeks design a vibration model of a anchoring system for deep water oil rigs and failed miserably until last Friday when i defeated resonance :P.

Blast in Mumbai!!!!

Yeh, i am having a blast in mumbai. I heard a lot about the traffic and the hectic life here, but witnessed it for the first time. It’s not that bad as it is recited everywhere. Thanks to hindi films for preparing me all these years for this visit. No chance of facing any difficulty remembering places after those countless encouters in hindi films.

I was fortunate to meet a gentleman from ONGC in train while on my way to mumbai. He graduated me on “How to live(read travel) painlessly in Aamchi Mumbai”. I made a pennyless commute from the time i got into train on new delhi station till i reached hostel 2 of iit bombay the next day. That gentleman even bought my local train tickets from mumbai central to kanjur marg, and all my attempts to retuen any cash were in vain.Thank god it was only  8 bucks. It didn’t stop there, after getting down at kanjur marg i took an auto and found another Mtech student of iitb for company. He not only made my journey to hostel-2 easy, where my friends lived,  but also didn’t let me share the rent with him. Such a nice guy.He went off after saying “Welcome to iitb”. It was surely a lucky day to meet so many nice people.

To be Continued…..

Tagged

Tagged by Aniket Anand.

The rules: Pick up the nearest book. Open to page 123. Find the fifth sentence. Post the next three sentences. Tag five people, and acknowledge the person who tagged you.

I picked up the nearest book and  what a pity! Page 123 had only 3 sentences! (I hope people don’t mix sentence and line. I believe a sentence to begin after a full stop and end on one)

So I picked up the next to nearest book and here are the 6th, 7th and 8th lines:

“you don’t care about anything but business.“He had heard it all his life, pronounced as a verdict of  damnation.He had always known that business was regarded as some sort of secret. shameful cult, which one does not impose on innocent laymen, that people thought of it as an ugly necessity, to be performed but never mentioned, that to talk shop was an offence against higher sensibilities, that just as one washed machine grease off one’s hands before coming home, so one was supposed to wash the stain of business off one’s mind before entering a drawing room.

These sentences are from the book “Atlas shrugged” by Ayn Rand.

I tag: Neta, Akshari, phani, and sudarshan.

Updates!!!!(Back Home)

Lot of things happened during the period between End sems and the time i actually reached home. I will do justice to it at some later golden moment( those moments were golden too ).

This was the best trip to home i have ever made. My brother planned everything well in advance, and the moment i stepped in i was hit with a big list of places including gurudwaras, Forts and some other hangouts.

It was pure fun. I went to the fort in Rang de Basanti and the fatehgarh fort. Took mom for a meal in McD and the next morning Mom literally crushed the McVeggie with apna Home Made Burger.

The new thing was that i went to a gurudwara. In fact two of them, One in fatehgarh and other near the RDB fort. Something felt really good about them. I sat there for a long time and felt very attached to it.The place where the fort is situated is Khanna in Ludhiana District. It’s only a stone throw distance from GT road. The place is all broken and crumpled but once you reach the rooftop after defeating those shattered stairways, there is only one thing that’s left to do : Admire the beauty of the Vista. It’s a feeling hard to capture by the shutters of a camera b’coz they can only see without any emotions. I can’t recall what my brother called that place. Will update it at a later time.

Fatehgarh fort is huge and must have been one beauty of a place to live in. It’s also very broken but comparatively very well maintained than it’s yokefellows. There is a huge Orchard inside and lot of place to have fun. Next time you are on a trip from Delhi to anywhere near Ludhiana make it a point to visit this place. It will be around 60 km before Ludhiana. Take a detour of 8km from GT road from a place named Mandi Gobindgarh and you will be there. The connectivity is good with very nice roads and there will be freshly plucked fruits plucked from the Orchards waiting to welcome you.

Apart from this it was all regular eat well and Crash hard Schedule at home.

Updates!!!(End Sems)

That’s a good heading mamme chose.Updates!! I didn’t write anything for a month due to no connectivity but there are loads to write about. I stopped writing as the end sems were getting closer and i had no clue of any courses, that a good point to start i suppose.

Had a havoc of end sems. The preends were the worst i ever had( no where above 15/40). It didn’t work out tat well even in end sems as we kept busy doing lot of design and other work. For the first time i wished that days were 36hrs long, and sleepin was TNR. But that wish remain infulfilled till day, and i am yet neck-deep in work load. I swear to never take up so many things at the same time again. The end sem results were invariably worse than expected( thanks to some unpredictable profs), and i am again a proud 7 pointer. One thing to cheer about was tat i literally assualted my doomed math exam end sems this time, yet managed only a D( pre ends were 7 end sems would have been easily 45+). Thanks to patro and one another very special person for making me achieve that feat. How bad will you feel in placements when you are 7.96!!!

Dedh was able to point one optimistic thing that Haliburton takes only 7 pointers(Phew!!). There is still hope left.

Quintessence

I named this blog to store things very close to me, but till day all of them have made it only into my personal diary. I get really frustrated at times for no or very small reasons, though i had easily walked through a lot tougher times. It just happens and i have no control over it. I practically feel emotionless at these times but feel like talking to every near and dear one, but never share anything with them. The maximum i will tell is that i had a bad day. One of those very close friends made me write this piece.It’s coming straight out of my diary.

I am a partial liar. It’s more deadly than a real one. Everytime i say something i shouldn’t have or said it lot earlier than it should have or didn’t actually had the credit to say so(that essentially implies i lied), it jsut makes life a lot of miserable and makes me feel the most worthless soul of the entire creation.

Most of the time i live in my own virtual world which have only one superhero. Yeh, it’s me.The man who can do anything & everything. He will dream all the day with his eyes open and seldom when they are closed.But in reality he is jsut another “shekhi( pseud) ” putter but with a differnce that most of the people around him trust him by heart and believe every truth and lie he says. He is not a complete lier, but in facrt he jsut tells the right things at wrong time and genrally at wrong places. He is a fighter and tries hard to materialize those lies and those dreams, but they are lies until then.

I can’t imagine of a more lazier, pseud putter, Exagerrator, Self praising(apne muh miya mithhu), pheku & unefficient person. At least others don’t pretend that they can if they can’t.I do and do it well. So many friends, people and others put so much faith in me and all i do at times is to shatter it into pieces. Even worse is that i know what my problems are but I don’t dare enought to face them head on and rectify them.

Instead i create this virtual world around me & keep living in it.This have to END. Enough of it. Come to reality, you are not a superhero, but a human beinf with say too many flaws. No way it can continue. I am on the path of self destruction & loneliness. I won’t let it happen.No more lies, leave others first be honest to yourself. Weigh your options, have  a control over your anxieties. Choose the best thing, deliver and then talk like a proud man. See if you are really upto the jobs requirements.

Be a man of actions. How more lazy can one be.Make notes of things after finishing them and not before startng them.Live the success only after achieving it. Until, then put all the energy in achieving it.Results have to come by. I don’t need books of wisdom.I already have enough of it that i am not even able to follow completely. You were not give up in life all the time. Where did all that motivation go. Nowhere. It’s there. Seek it and recollect it. Set your aims, don’t be targetless. Nothing is more dangerous than a targetless missile.

Don’t give up.Try harder than you have even though of trying. Don’t just push your limits, Extend them.Remember that advertisement ” Winners always have the energy, losers have their reasons”. Don’t search for reasons, instead direct your energy in generating content. Don’t just think over those 1000 ideas, go put them on paper. Don’t be afraid of sharing them. Do some actual work( tat can be called work). Learn to pass on the work to guys more capable than you. Don’t be afraid of competence, if they can do it better than guide thm to the end. Don’t be selfish( that i am not! phew). Remember words of Talli. Maintain your inspiring aura, make sure you are a good example.

No more wasting time is thinking.Action is the name of the game.It’s never about doing everything. It’s about what you can do the best and more often what is the best expected of you.

Do not lie to yourself. It just rips your powerful soul to useless fragments.Be brave. Don’t be afraid or lazy to take tat extra step ahead.Believe and Prove it to yourself and no one else. There is no reason why one can’t succeed yet again.

Make space in this head filled with useless thoughts. Think and do , don’t do and then think. Everyone have infathomable talent, but of what use is it without determination and hardwork.

Just remembered an essay from class 5th “Honesty is the best policy”. honesty to your own self is of paramount importance.

The Flip Vessel

I am very well aware that this is the “crib hajaar” and do nothing to improve period, but i have already done that a lot.Bachha shared a video of The flip vessel Yesterday. It’s so damn freakin’ cool and call it a coincidence or a deja-vu; we were doing the same thing today afternoon in our lab.

We took a 3m long, perfectly fabricated model of a ship and there were holes in the front bow region and the back end of the ship(technically called transom).
We attached hinges in the bow region hole and used a BIG crane to lift the model.All of us were fighting to try our hands on the crane.Took it to the wave basin and started lifting the model slowly.It was swaying and we were standing just above 3.5m deep water basin on corroded metal flanges and rotten wood panels.After somehow hanging it at a decent height, and we made a pendulum out of it( some insult for a ship ).We took some engineering level measurements and packed off after hearing some bickering of the prof.
It was sweaty but exciting. All that pain just to find the center of gravity of the empty( not so worthless) model.

Life is strange yet fun……

The McD way…..

I don’t remember what was the last time i went to Ascendaz for a quick snack or anything else.Today after the visit to tebma shipyard with randwa, i somehow convinced him for a treat in the “vanakkam to chennai” fame McDonalds.I never had a chance to try a McD earlier.

The place is good, and the prizes are lower than expected. Rs. 150/- is all what was needed to satisfy both of us. I straight away fell in love with it’s Mcveggie burger. Next time anyone going for a quick snack, ping me, i may be interested

And there they go, yet again

I was never ever fascinated to write on a wall which everyone can read. It was the last hostel night which moved me emotionally left, right & center and I just had to spill those thoughts somewhere. And there I was on the blogosphere. But, I was never able to finish that post bacon I didn’t find the right set of words to express those feelings. Here I am giving it another shot.

A typical scene one will find when you enter Ganga, in the evening, around 5:00PM.Lot of guys going in and out of hostel for NSO practices and whatsoever. Once you reach the quadrangle there will be hockey team and the footer guys fighting for the quadrangle with the hockey guys, although outnumbered, taking the benefit that hockey can’t be played in bad light, and the footer guys groan and give their ass some rest on the pavement.

Yesterday, the roles were changed. Sticks and balls were replaced with RG’s, gums, tables, clothes and spray paint, and the secretaries were going haywire under time constraints. Till 6:30pm in the evening the waiters were the only well dressed guys. So, the preparations are over and the Mafia gang is on fire, and so begins the boring speeches and the enthralling prize distributions. Our warden managed Dean as the chief guest and after seconds of congratulations he continues with his “Fuck you ganga” bickering and the only low flying bullets we sourced from his mouthpiece.

Hyper tensioned Dhamki managed to put together an excellent dinner with no long cues and for the first time the starters were there till the very end. Hats off to Dhamki, the food was tasty and worth every bite and penny, that’s some achievement for any hostel night. But the real fun begins after the food and stuff.

It’s now a tradition for seniors to wear a white t-shirt and have a permanent marker in hand and let the inmates scribble feelings, emotions, comments and what not. It’s possibly the best souvenir to take away and frame it on the walls. Some words can really bring tears in your eyes.Hostel night after everything is for them after all.Every time you hold that pen in your hand to write something, all the memories from ragging sessions, bumps, wing cricket, and funny fundaes flashes and leave you frozen.I can’t even imagine how tough it will be for them, when it’s so damn hard for us.The thought of my passing out puts the shit out of me.

After these thoughts, there is only one thing you want to do; Somehow, make it day the best day of their life.I had some guests in the hostel night, but suddenly everything seemed so unimportant compared to the minutes spent with the mighty lords of the hostel.Right from the first day in the hostel, you know they are there to fall back for absolutely anything.They are the reason for your first major transformation after the slog years, and one have to be a real ass to not seek their in the first place.

This time something different happened in Ganga. Our passing out junta made us, “the first wingers” ,wear the white t-shirts and we had the best roast anyone would have ever had.It was talliji who was making sure that no corner on that shirt should be deprived of comments. After reading his words on our shirts most of us were on the emotional high and some on the verge of tears.We hugged, we danced and did everything else we could to make that night the most memorable night of our lives.

Another features of the night are the RG’s, Wing videos and the Toast.After two lines of admiration, all of them converge to one single thing : How many times and in what way the guy made a fool out of himself + in some cases how many girls he wanted to/had feelings for.Now that may sound silly to outsiders, but it’s free beer and kickass fun. One can just dye laughing after witnessing the (mis)deeds of certain super cartoons.

After each toast it’s like the countdown begins.Time to say goodbye is just moments away.4 years just pass by, and it’s like you entered the hostel just yesterday.

I don’t think i can write anymore.

Bye bye doston.

Rejuvenation of Quintessence

I stated this blog to fill it up with anything and everything i want to share with the dimensions.Today morning i was browsing through the posts on this newly designed wordpress dashboard(thnx to wordpress for the fresh design) and i realized that a lot of posts are jsut pure technical work which don’t go with the theme of the blog.

Though technical is the way i see, but it will be nice to do some filtering of the content. So next time you come to my blog don’t be surprized if the things look a lot more organized and different, and wat better time than the muggin breaks to finish off the job :D.