30 October 2007

One day, I met Relation

And this is what she had to say in her support after being accused
of being the root of grief and suffering.

Hello! you might not know who I am;
One clue - you hate me! Still in dark?
I am the one you accuse as a harbinger of grief
a solicitor of suffering, an advocate of pain.
Its me, I melt faster than snow.

How fake is your heart! how flimsy is your decision!
I fail once and you leave no effort to curse me.
Dont you know, its me who holds the Universe together?
Dont you fancy that I have taught you how to live?
that I have given you a cause to do the same?
that you are you because of me?

Is this justice?
One failure and you throw me away?
How feeble are you,
to overlook the glory of a thousand splendid suns
in the darkness of one cloudy night?

How stupid are you, not to realize
that nights follow days,
and days follow nights - this is nature's law
I am as powerless in front of it, as are you

Yet, you blame me, and alas!
I cant even complain!

27 October 2007

The fallen Winter

I did not complain
the day when my heart failed me
or the day I found myself alone in a sea of people
even the times when I was so burdened by expectations
that I found I could hardly breathe

I did not complain
the winter when others smelt promises in the air
and I found nothing but rejection, guilt and agony
or the spring when every one was falling in love
and I was trying to run away from memories

I did not complain
when I kept deceiving my own self
or the time I restrained myself to painful asceticism
even when words betrayed me
and I felt so overwhelmed by feelings - I wished I could cry

No, I did not complain, object or accuse any one
neither did I claim my share of happiness

22 October 2007

Shubho Bijoya

Its all over. With the dhakis playing their dhaks on their way back to their villages, with the decorators dismantling the gigantic pandals, with the idols floating back to their unknown destination in the Ganges, yet another Durga Puja had come to an end. I remember the first time I went to see the visarjan with my father. When we returned from the immersion ghat, and were headed towards home to start the celebrations of bijaya, we were passing across the para pandal when I noticed a single lamp burning on the dais, the same place where ma durga ruled with her children for the past four days. Ironically, the solitary lamp seemed to be the only entity valid in a place which would hardly have any room to even stand few hours ago. Noticing that, not many bengalis can hold back their tears.

This would happen year after year. This year, I was so busy with my engagements, I hardly had any time to realize it was autumn again. Even after returning home for the festival, I did not seem to feel the charm, the magic, the festive fever. It was as if, "oh ok! yet another Pujo, big deal!". Even during those four days, I went out visiting the pandals with my cousins just for the sake of it. I did enjoy the vacation and rest and everything, but hardly felt anything special. And before I knew, it was dashami again. This time also, we went to the immersion ghat. And then again, while returning, I happened to come across the solitary lamp again! And yet again, I felt a pang of grief. But this time I was hardly involved in the whole thing, at least emotionally. But perhaps, it was my roots, my origin that denied to be left out! It was a different feeling altogether. I was cautious not to let a tear roll down my cheeks, for then people might make fun of me!

Its hard to be an introvert and be emotional!

30 September 2007

In Retrospect...

Miss the night you called, miss the ecstasy of speaking to you.
Miss the anxiety and tension that would grip me before calling you.
Miss myself wandering, groping for topics while chatting with you.
Miss the sleepless nights, tears with your name etched on them.
Miss the pain of being far from you, the desire to meet you.
Miss my wavering confidence, excitement on my way to your city.
Miss the agony of your rejection, of the failure of my first love.

Strangely, in spite of all these, I hardly miss you any more.
What I miss more is being in love, for the first time in my life.

23 September 2007

Click !

Did this ever happen to you? Did you ever realize that the coming days, say the next month or two hold a lot in store for you? Did you ever find yourself overwhelmed with the uncertainty of the immediate future, so much so that you had, at some level, wished that you could take a peak at the other side of these few months? Or have ever you wondered if it was possible to magically breeze past these few months to land up somewhere in the future?

Well, it has happened to me, in the past. Again, its happening now! During the summer of 2007, I was doing my training in Motorola, Bangalore, and did not have the slightest idea about how to go ahead with the project assigned to me. All my coding and engineering skills seemed painfully inadequate and I feared, I might not even be able to start, leave aside reaching a satisfactory conclusion. It was then that I hoped to find myself on the flight back home. I had hoped to skip those two months of my life.

Now again, I face the same emotions. The future seems to be so dynamic, so animated that my life seems to be changing everyday, every moment. One fine evening, I would just browse through the net lazily, and the very next moment, all I would know was that my TOEFL was in two days time! I would then spend the night practicing speaking, reading and writing. As of now, I am expected to meet my guide shortly, and it does not need mention that I have hardly done anything satisfactory to report to him. I am expected to submit a big c code in an week. I am expected to mug up fifty odd word lists for my GRE that is due in a few days time. Also, lately, people had been getting words outside the word lists, which means, I need to take a peak at the other vocabulary guides also. My CAT is due on 18th November and my performance is still pathetic at the mocks. The placements start from the first week of December and I need to brush up my undergraduate knowledge. Not to mention the Puja Vacation amongst all these. And to add the last straw, now I am one amongst those red eyed people who roam about wearing black glasses! And these stupid bacteria plan to stay in my eye and cause rampage for the next few days. Its kind of good though, I finally realize the importance of having eyes!

All these seems so very overwhelming. I can't seem to even see the shore on the other side of the vast expanse of water. I just wish that I could skip this period to land somewhere in the beginning of January. I know I am talking like an escapist, but I am only human!

A Vacation

One fine morning, you wake up and find your left eye closed! Yes, you just can't open it! At the first instance, it freaks you out, but a few moments later, you realize that you are among the chosen few to have caught something called conjunctivitis - an eye infection typical of Bengal in the month of September. It is so typical of this region that its local term is "jai bangla", literally meaning, "long live Bengal"!

So, then you rush to the toilet with one eye closed, kind of feeling like a pirate, and then try different means to open it. Around ten minutes later, you realize, it wont open any more than it already has, which means you will have a small, red, swollen eye for the next few days! Thereafter, you come back to your room and ask the "know all" (your PC) about the stupid thing. It, in a despondent tone, replies, "there is no cure of conjunctivitis, lest it cures itself, typically in 3-5 days time. Also this is highly infectious"! And in a moment, life is good again! How? Well, if it is infectious and going to last for 3-5 days, that means no more classes this week. And no more professors threatening de-registration. Also, no more Research Scholars complaining about your utter indifference towards your dissertation. It is in fact a week long vacation in your room with the love of your life, the compu!

Jai Bangla !!!!

16 August 2007

Good Morning!


It is 6:30 in the morning and I am awake. Awake in spite of the fact that, I slept at around 3:30 last night, awake in spite of the fact that, my alarm did not get a chance to scream today. I have a 7:30 class and had found myself looking up at my watch at six in the morning. Then, instead of falling back asleep, I had decided to get up!

Its nice, its nice to see the morning after such a long long time. Its nice to enjoy the serenity in the atmosphere, with people around you, all fast asleep. Its nice to see the red sun play hide and seek in the clouds, its nice to see the little sparrows getting disturbed by the sudden morning breeze, its nice to see the leaves of trees consoling the birds that their fluttered feathers actually look good on them, kind of bringing out their subtleness. Its perhaps the best start one can have to his day. I feel glad, I didn't fall back asleep.

Often, I wonder, why can't I have the world on my terms? I want to live in a place where its night when I decide to go to sleep, and its early morning when I decide to get up. I don't want stupid small clocks deciding what I should do and what I shouldn't! I want to get up early everyday and see nature flicking its magical wand to decorate itself. I want to get up early and watch the squirrels scurrying around. I want to see who wins among the sun and the cloud, in their childish play. I want to be a part of nature, to be free from the guilt that I, as all other human beings, have alienated myself from my very root. I want to go back to nature, I want to live freely, far far away from an artificial world!

15 August 2007

My Tryst with "Matka"s.

Matka - (mat' kaaaaaa.... ) 1. N. Master of Technology Students of IITs. Coined by the B.Tech (undergraduate) students of IIT Kharagpur.
2. Adj. Very Stupid creature, not necessarily human.

Warning: Calling any one "matka", specially if he/she is not one, might lead to loss of life or property. Also, as per the directive of the Supreme Court of India, the attacker (who was called matka, by mistake) cannot be prosecuted!

Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the definition of "Matka". This term would have been included in Oxford dictionary long back, even before "lathicharge", but apparently, one of the person in charge of inclusion was a "Matka" once in IIT Kharagpur! Well, thus you can see that having IITians in top ranks world over is not always a pleasant thing!

My experience with "Matka" in IIT was so far restricted only to labs, where these creatures would take extreme pleasure to see us in trouble. And not many would disagree to the fact that lab hours could have been really enjoyable, but for these matkas. Its like, you are having your viva, and your professor has run out of questions and in a while, perhaps would have started asking nursery rhymes, when a matka barges in and starts asking stuff that, I bet, even he doesn't know! And you end up getting C in lab. Consider another case, when you have submitted a lab report, and in KGP, lab reports are prepared in the last moment, its not that we are lazy, but we take pride in the fact that we can complete magnanimous amounts of task in enviably short time, with the strained voice of Atif Aslam in the background reminding us of our distance from civilization, "dooooriiieeeee"! So, consider a situation where you have prepared a 10 page report in 30 minutes (well thats the time you get between lunch and lab!), with tables and graphs and crap. In the lab, with a sense of pride and self satisfaction, you submit the report. An hour later, a matka calls you (it took the matka one hour to figure out what you have written!) and says that, you did not put the scale in your graph, and you get a C, again!

But that was not it! In my final year, I had to take PG electives, that is, I would do my classes with the first year matkas (its a shame you cant ask for their "intro" or take their OP, now see, whats the fun without that?). And let me tell you, sincerely, from personal experience, Matkas are dull! They are, in some respect, even duller that George W. Bush! Firstly, they keep on standing up while answering or asking a question in a 30 strong class! They also keep standing up while giving attendance, and man! they attend classes every single day! Not Satisfied with these, the Matkas keep asking stupid questions in class, something that even a kid would figure out. Also, if a Professor does a mistake while writing a formula or an equation, it takes the Matkas full 10 minutes to figure that out, and once they do, they start shouting like crazy, as if in a race, who could point that out the fastest! I mean, grow up kids!

And lets not talk about their understanding of the subjects, some of them could even make Einstein look stupid, all they need is an aureole, and you could paint them and put those paintings up in a temple and worship! Once, a professor asked, how would you plot the probability density function of a sampled speech signal. Its very simple, really. You normalize the speech signal, break up the amplitude range into class intervals and go on ticking the proper class interval whenever you encounter a sample. At the end, you plot the curve! Leave aside answering to the professors question, half of the class raised their hands when the professor asked "who can't plot the pdf now?", after having explained the whole thing two times over! And to say, they are graduates in electronics engineering, or rather, they are electronics engineers!

Now I know, why graduates from IITs do not prefer to complete their Masters here. Its perhaps the aversion to the classrooms, where these matkas would once sit that drives them out after graduation, not only from the institute, but from the country altogether!

Disclaimer: Author does not intend to hurt the sentiments of any communities, other than Matkas, but since they are dull, they would take more than a year to realize that its them the author has written about! Also, for the readers who are dual degree students, the author wishes to clarify that they are not referred to as matkas here. Only the two year M.Techs are eligible for this grand title!

08 August 2007

The Accused, The Trial and The Sentence...

"... don't walk into my footsteps. It is a horrible and painful journey. "

Well, the journey so far hasn't truly being pleasant. Believe me, its very very painful. You feel lonely, even in a crowd of your friends and acquaintances. It seems as if anything and everything that is happy in your surroundings is mocking you. Every little incident, however unimportant it may be, reminds you of those pages of your past that you would prefer to tear off.

I don't mind the pain, really, because this is my punishment for being horribly mistaken. And as a student of communication engineering, I realize how much a wrong estimation is penalized. So, I have learnt to live with the pain. However, something that bothers me the most is, after completing my "sentence", how much will I change? And I don't see any good changes on the cards. I fear, this awful experience of mine will turn me into a cynic. Nowadays, when I see movies or read novels, and whenever I come across a happy event in any of them, my reaction is like, "huh! like that could ever happen!!" I now have problems in coming to terms with any good thing happening to any one, be it even me! I blankly stare at problems that I successfully solve, in disbelief - "Now how could that happen!"

I have no idea of what I will become after passing through this sentence, this stage in life. But all I know is, I will have only myself to blame for all this. How could I not foresee this, how could I not consider failure to this magnitude. May be because, I never imagined I would fail, for I even today fail to realize, where I was mistaken, where exactly I went wrong. In the trial, the prosecutor did not even care to turn up, leave aside speaking. It was only me and me alone, shouting, pleading, frantically running here and there. And then, I was sentenced!

I object ... Your Honor !!

04 August 2007

The Nor'wester - A sonnet


"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
I would once wonder, I would contemplate
if it was just to see thee in the beauty of may,
for "thou art more lovely and more temparate"!
Alas! I would once summer's beauty defy -
drunk in thee, for thy to me was untiring;
eternal, even death to me would fail to deny.
li'l would I know, fate against me conspiring!
Now when I watch summers passing by,
I search thee in the bright sun, the skies fair.
Its then that I realize how foolish was I,
To think of thee as my golden summer.
No, in a summer's eve, only a nor'wester is thee,
that destroys everything - as thee hath destroyed me!