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Victim, a film but many of the realities of godhra, 10th november 2009

Ashutosh called and told me about a film competition at Mudra Institute of Communication, Ahmedabad (MICA). He told me that people from all over India, mostly business schools would be participating.

Not in the mood to participate, reluctantly, I sent him the "beginning" film for the entry level .After a week, I was informed that we had won the entry level and moved to the next and final level.The topic would be "pain" and we had to submit the movie within three days.It was something which was quite challenging.

Only three days !

Then it came the idea of "Victim". Completing the story and screenplay in one day, we prepared for the shoot. Completed and then continuously edited for 34 hours.Submitting just before an hour of deadline, we prayed let it get what it deserved.

Two days later, we came to know that it won the "Best Film" award.

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Yaadein -3, 24th february 2007

naghme hain, shikwe hain, kisse hain, baatein hain,
baatein bhool jaati hain, yaadein yaad aati hain…
ye jeevan dil jani, dariya ka hai paani,
paani to bah jaaye…
baaki kya rah jaaye..
yaadein, yaadein, yaadein….

Three and half years.

1.2 billion seconds.

16 % of my life till this date.

This saga of yaadein would have been incomplete without Rajeev, Keshri, Lochan, Vikas, Rajnish, Vinod, Pankaj, Shailesh, Rahul, dearest of all Sawan and all the other fellows with whom I have grown, learned and shared every moment of this 1.2 billion seconds.

The moments of joy, the moments of pain.

Living two thousand miles away from home it never felt alone, it’s been a family, a home.

A home away from home.

Truly.

You must be thinking who are these fellows ??

Can we have more of them ??

Of course.

Rajeev, the dashing guy, finds study a tough task, but whenever decides to do it honestly, every time success kisses him. Nowadays people are fussing about his private life and affairs. He is a mature one. Knows very well what’s right and what is wrong for him. Please let him decide. We have no right whatsoever to have judgements on his personal affairs.

Keshri, the master mind, the computer.

You know once we have a bet that who is faster.Our scientific calculator or he is ??

And you won’t believe he is faster. He calculated those calculations that we gave him in no time. Those were really very tough. And he calculated not up to 3 or 4 digits but more than 8 digits before calculator could answer. It was Mind-blowing.

Vikas, the badminton wizard. He is a true champion. Just watch him play. Full of energy. He was my roommate in hostel during my early days in college.

What a time it was.

A new place, seniors, fear of ragging and all the other stuffs.

We shared not only room but all those whether be it ragging, seniors, and yes, aaloo parathas of hostel canteen (You know what, first time I came to know in the hostel that aaloo paratha might not contain any aaloo, but still it has to be called an aaloo paratha). There was a guy named Madhup who was very much sentimental about the deteriorating aaloo parathas. Whenever he got aaloo parathas without any aaloos, he went complaining to the warden about the parathas holding them in his hands.

He used to ask,” Sir, show me where the aaloo is ??”

The warden could not answer except having a top secret meeting with the cooks. But still aaloo parathas remained same as they used to.

That is hostel. It has to be like that. Very soon we grasped this fact.

Pankaj, an aspiring entrepreneur. And he has the material. The way he managed our project batch was really commendable. And there are lot of instances when he has shown all his devotion, hard work and a lot of patience which only an entrepreneur can possess.

Few words from me. Lage raho Pankaj bhai.

Shailesh, I don’t know why we tease him by calling rubbish things. He is so smart. But who said that rubbish people can’t be smart. At times he may be very much irritating and annoying,

But still he is so naive from bottom of his heart. I know.

Rahul, the synonym of hard work. I always hear from people that hard work doesn’t pay off ? They should see this guy. Four continuous years of hard work, with one aim, to be the best. And he has been the best in our department. What should I say ? Only fellow of our department having an offer worth almost a million from a top MNC. Hats off.

And now let me present you the artist, Lochan.

You’ll ask why he is an artist.

I can put my money to have my say that if Lochan would not have been an engineer then definitely he would have become a script writer in Bollywood.

What a classic way in he writes. Bravo.

I remember an incident. We had a question in our exam to explain all about VSB (vestigial side band, don’t bother for it). Mr. Lochan could not recall exactly what VSB was. He assumed it as video side band and wrote almost 4 pages with all graphs and diagrams which were invented in the exam hall itself. Sanjeev was behind him with whom he confirmed about that and then realized his mistake.

He writes so impressively that even examiner would have thought VSB is video side band and all the fellows who wrote the correct answer could have fetched zero marks.

Thank god and thanks to Sanjeev.Otherwise those fellows could have murdered him.

My dear Vinod or rather our dear Vinod.

This fellow got engaged to a girl back at home as soon as he got the job. Last Semester, due to some political reasons our exams got postponed for ten days. The days were very auspicious. His parents fixed the marriage in those ten days. He went home for the marriage. But suddenly Vice-Chancellor announced that exam would be held at the scheduled dates itself. Poor Vinod. He never tells exactly what happened but we all guess, he must be in his marriage ceremony and only saat phere were due. And suddenly he was informed that he had to get back to college. He left everything there as they were. Pandit chanting the mantras and the bride unable to figure out why her would be husband was running towards Railway Station.

She: kya hua tera vaada, wo kasam wo iraada...

He: mere naseeb mein aye dost tera pyar nahin...

Hey it’s all our guessing. Don’t take it seriously. Okay ??

Sawan, my dearest among all.

There are lots of reasons which have created unsaid bond between us.

The first reason, we had a very little difference in our national rank through which we were admitted to the university. First time I saw him in the counselling for admission. I never expected that this motabhai is going to play a huge role in my forthcoming years. And he has.

My roll no is 10340062 and his one is 10340063.

What’s funny in it ?

The funniest part is whenever results were out; we never looked for our results rather each other’s. He used to see my result and if I was all pass he became happy with this very fact that if saurabh could clear then I must have cleared too. The same applied to me.

Funny ?? It is.

And there are so many occasions when he has been my one of the best buddies supporting me all the way. If I have to write all of them then I have to devote whole yaadein to him. You know this five point buddy, that is me, is now among those few peoples in campus who are having the most number of offers in their hands, and all of them can be fascinating to anyone.

It’s all because of him, Sawan.

I always asked him,” Yar, is there any firm in which I will get a job?”

And he always answered,” Yes my dear, you will.”

His incredible support and faith in me, which even I didn’t have, I can’t explain.

Thanks from deep down from my heart to you Sawan.

Few days back I was having tête-à-tête with him.

I said,” boss, my yaadein is incomplete without you.”

He replied,” so ??”

I told him I wanted to write about him, about us.

He asked ,” such as..”

“You made my life yar,thats what I want to write” I said.

“What rubbish, I didn’t do anything, what you were capable of, placement cell just gave you the opportunities and you grabbed those. As simple as that. You are not going to exaggerate any thing. Are you ??

“I am not going to exaggerate any fact. But I will write. You have played an important role for me in these four years. And my yaadein is incomplete without you.”

“Ok, then write about my placement cell, it was the cell through which our campus saw 35+ top MNC visiting, the value of offers getting increased to incredible 45 % compared to last years, they deserve that applaud, not only me .”

You know at that moment I felt like saluting him. What a man of modesty he is.

“Done, it will be about cell, all of your hard works, all of your funny moments. But on one condition.”

“What ?”

“It will be like I am writing as if you are sharing those moments, it’s like Sawan is talking to us, not Saurabh Pathak, this time I am going to write as Sawan, yaadein-3 is now you, for us.”

Done.

So, here it goes.

My dear Saurabh has compelled me to have some of me with you. I don’t have much for you except my placement cell experiences. My days in it. Me, My hard working mates and my moments of joy. The moments when I enjoyed most.

There were nuisances too and some of my wrong decisions. But l believe in forgive and forget. So, no offenses.

It all starts with my experiences as junior most coordinator in the cell during the placement sessions of our seniors. I never thought of the pressure, expectations and other liabilities attached with this work. But I soon discovered when our placement sessions started. Everybody used to ask me about his job, everyone thought that we are in the cell so we are having our job confirmed and we are the most privileged persons in the campus. Even some of them have complained that we are misusing money. I want to say just one line to all of them.

There is no free lunch.

Anyway, kuch to log kahenge, logon ka kaam hai kahna

It was really great having a part of the cell. I enjoyed the liabilities, the hard work. And I am glad that our placement cell has done its job well above its par. We were lucky enough to have a very nice person to be our in-charge. Highly co-operating. But there have been some events of confusions too.

There were confusions and sitcoms. I remember a few of them.

It was April. The days were about to begin. We allotted the first slot to Tata Consultancy Services (TCS) and the second to the Cognizant Technology Solutions (CTS). All was done and only confirmation to the HR manager of TCS has to be informed. We told in charge to call them. He called and confused with TCS and CTS and called the HR manager of CTS.

“Hello, is it CTS Office ?? I am calling from CUSAT...”

Cut.

We cut the phone.

“Sir, we have to call to TCS not CTS” we said.

“Oh, sorry.”

There was another instance. The HR manager of Accenture had to be called and he called in the office of Aztech and allotted the dates of Accenture to them. Thank god we got enough time to rectify the confusion.

ye ladka haye allah kaisa hai deewana.

There were comedies in the interviews also.

When I was in the TCS interview, they asked me to write a program of 8085 microprocessor. I could not recall the instructions. I started writing all of them.

“Finished ?” he asked.

“Sir…”

“Ok, tell me the logic of code.”

Thank god, I explained the logic pretty well.

I am in electronics. Very few core companies for us visited. Most of them were from software side. There was a case with Flextronics software systems. I don’t know why they allowed the electronics people for their selection as they took almost no one from our department.

In the interview :

“You know C (C is a software language) ??”

"yes”

“Pointers ?”

“yes”

“Data structures ?”

“No”

He gave me to write the code for a program. Mind you the program was not in the reach of a normal electronics student.

“Sir right now I don’t know that deep in C, but when I’ll join you, I’ll try to be well versed in all those”.

“Sorry, nobody does that, I have the experience”.

I got furious.

Controlling the emotions I just asked,” If you don’t want to take us, why did you allowed us; normal electronics guy doesn’t know all these.”

“No, not at all, we have got some good candidates from other branches of other colleges”

“You know what sir, even here also we have good candidates, but they don’t sit in these small companies.”

“Thank You Sawan, nice meeting you”

I was not joking. All the creams were got through in the IBM’s ISL(Indian software laboratories).

With the IBM lots of comedies are attached.

In the morning we went airport to pick HR people from IBM. You know what happened. We picked all but left three of them. Half the way they called.

“Where are you ?” they asked.

“Where are you sirs ??” we replied.

“Airport, you left us”

Shit.

And next day when we picked them from hotels, the same thing again happened. This time we left another two.

“Hey, you left us” they called.

“Oh sorry sir” we replied.

“The same thing happened to me yesterday” one of the HR manager who was with us said.

My My.

Those were our real heydays when people tried to avoid IBM. They didn’t sit for it. Oh gosh.

Yes, everybody was looking forward for the ISL and no one for the ASM part of it. And you know for our seniors that ASM was like heaven.

“Don’t you people like to get into ASM ?” HR manager asked us.

“No, sir, we can have better offers.”

“Its IBM dudes.” He tried to force us.

“So what ?” we answered.

Cool. Isn’t it ??

When Fidelity Investments came for recruitment, all of them were ladies in their early thirties looking gorgeous. When they entered in the auditorium for the placement talks, whole auditorium cheered as if super models were walking on the ramp.

I know why they cheered.

Dil hai ki manta nahin.

When I went to airport to pick HRs from Delphi Corporations, one lady HR was there.

Oh, what beautiful lips she had. I kept looking for a while on them like mungerilal.

“Idiot, what are you doing, they have come to recruit guys from your department. Even you have to sit for it” I thought and suddenly got attentive.

I was not alone to fall in love at first sight with the lady HRs.

There was an event when a guy named Aditya wrote a poem for a beautiful lady HR from HCL tech. and recited it in his interview.

Rehna hai tere dil mein.

Maddy. Who will go to office then ??

Candle light romantic dinner. You all have heard about it.

But candle light romantic interview ??

Yes dudes.

We had it.

In the Tavant technologies, power went off when they were taking the interview. The Inverter went off too. Bad luck.

And guys had their interviews in candle light for almost forty minutes.

So,there are lots of yaadein. Some are personal too.But I want to convey a message to all my fellows who were with me in the cell. You were the best. I love you all.

Saurabh wanted me to have a say for all our friends including juniors. I just want to give you all an example of my interview with the CSC, which eventually took me.

“Describe Sawan.” they asked.

“Cool”

“How ?”

“To be jolly, try to face problems with patience and getting good marks in academics, I feel it’s cool.”

“Any role model ?”

“No”

“Why ?”

“I don’t like anyone, when i start to have role models, they keep changing.”

“ Sure, not a single role model ?”

“Hitler.”

“Objective?”

“No”

“What ?”

“I believe in present, not future.”

“Great.”

So, I want to say all of you, be cool and well poised every time. And above all be honest to yourself and everyone.

Nobody likes show offs.

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Yaadein -2, 2nd february 2007

It was our white house.

Oh !

I forgot to tell you about the early days in that house.

That house was newly built.

You’ll ask then what’s the big deal ?

The big deal and the ironic part is that the white house has a very small house at its adjacent, even not the conventional house made up of bricks and cements but the jhopadi (hut).

The landlord used to live in it.

The fellow built a huge house almost having six big rooms but himself was living miserably in that jhopadi.

Athithi devo bhav. (Guests are god).

After living in kerala for almost four years, I agree. Absolutely. Malyalis are really very sweet and very humble to guests. The kind of their Athithi- satkar(welcoming guests) definitely finds a mention here.

But our Athithi-satkar (welcoming guests) was still due.

Those four shifted there, and then Vishal joined them. And of course, we were almost 24x7 guests in that house.

The land lord used to suspect that these fellows are paying for five people and 7-8 people are always present.

What’s the matter??

Innocent fellow.

But please don’t assume so.

He was so shrewd that he used to sit at the main gate and almost every time sneaking into that house from the back door.

Bad times of Swapnil. Every time he got crucified by that landlord for the unclean bathroom, rooms full of dusts and all others messy stuffs. And every time he found himself unable to save his soul because Swapnil pleaded in English and the bouncers used to came in Malayalam.

Aha!

What a comedy.

If Swapnil was poor then Sid was poorer.

One day when we were going back after having a nice evening, Sid was caught by the landlord.

The undertaker was on our way. I got escaped from his fiery eyes but Sid couldn’t prove himself lucky enough. He got summoned.

And then started the apki adaalat. I don’t know what the fellow was saying to Sid because all his bouncers were in Malayalam. I guess he was asking about the money as we used to live there 24x7.

Portray the scene of a concert.

What ??

Yes.

It was the concert.

The drums and pianos were in Malayalam and poor Sid was playing his flute.

And you know how this concert ended ??

Sid went moron and instead of playing his flute, he started talking in signs. He put all his communication and persuading talent [of course with hands and cute face expressions] in those 20 minutes.

It was thoroughly enjoyable.

But that apki adaalat didn’t affect our visits to the white house. We brought a malyali and conveyed our message that we are friends and we would come here again, again and again. If he would sneak or bother us, we would leave the house. The voice was united and he understood our bond and never bothered us again.

And the funniest thing that happened was we lost the keys of the front door and made the back door as the entrance. Its now three years and that gate is closed like that only.

We don’t bother about it anymore.

Actually we love to enter from the back.

Please don’t try to find the other meaning. It’s all about entering in the house only.

Anyway.

One day Sharad was standing in front of the “Department of culture and heritage” and was looking on the building. We people saw him and went there and started to read something on the building. But nothing special was there.

Sharad felt we were following him like stupids.

“What are you guys doing here??” he asked.

“Trying to read something.” We said.

“What??” he asked again.

“What are you doing here standing for the last fifteen minutes??” we lost patience and asked this question in full coordinated voice as nobody was daring to ask him. (Don’t think we get afraid of Sharad, actually we all are scared of Psychos. No offenses Sharad but you do behave like Psycho sometimes.)

He told us that he wanted to join the department as he was interested in learning a foreign language. We decided there itself that we all would join also.

Sharad was in favor of learning German. Vishal, the secretary followed him. But we were not interested in learning German. Rather the French, the romantic language. So four of us opted for the French language course and Sharad with Vishal went for the German course.

Classes of languages started.

For the first two weeks the attendance in the class was at its peak. But it started decreasing exponentially.

On the first day we learned the sentence “Je’m appelle… (Means My name is…)

We got the word but we couldn’t get the accent. And in the college we were showing off speaking to everyone the same sentence.

“Are you guys learning pashtoon (tribal language of Afghanistan)??” one fellow asked.

“No, not at all, but why ??” We said.

“Actually you all are speaking as if you are afghan pathan.” He said.

What ???

No wonder, we broke the leg of French language on the first day itself.

You must be thinking about Sharad and Vishal. Sharad as usual topped in that course with distinction. Vishal couldn't become the real deutsch.

But don’t assume that we couldn’t learn the language. We three became the best in French class after that.

Three??

Yes, three.

Sid stopped attending the classes as I and Sid used to live three kilometers away from the university campus. And we didn’t have bike or any other conveyance.

Walking on foot for twelve kilometers daily was not in his reach. Returning from college at four and going again in the campus at six was an exacting task for him. He used to fall asleep after coming from the college and getting up again for the French classes, No way.

Sanjeev , Swap and I were the regular ducks.

But when he bought the bike; he still preferred to stay at home.

I don’t know why ??

That was not the Deptt of cultural and heritage case when he missed the classes. There were regular classes even the most important, the lab sessions which were missed by him.

Why?

I think only Mr.Khushwant Singh can answer that why.

Sid got the novel “The Company of Women” and started reading it. He got so much engulfed in reading the novel that whole night he read and next morning no maai ka laal could wake him up.

We had the lab sessions on that day and he missed those.

You must be thinking that Sid is a guy who sleeps a lot and tires easily.

No, no, no, no, not at all.

Because as Sid makes himself busy with orkut, yahoo chatting and other internet stuffs for whole night, so I reject him for this award.

Swap, the hero is the most eligible candidate for this honor.

He has left some classes just because he was sleeping and when we tried to get him up he told us Main khush ho raha hu (I am getting happy) so let me sleep. Damn to classes.

Sleep relaxes everyone, which I know. But makes happy ???

Wow !!!

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Yaadein -1, 2nd february 2007

Some days back when I finished manthan, then Swapnil asked me that Saurabh Pathak, who is the most humorous guy among us, is writing on such serious issues ???
Why so ??
I said that it’s not like that.
He said then let us have some fun. Write something for us.
I asked such as what ?? On our friendship ?? On our group ??
He said you think.

Okay.

I'll write this time for you, for Sanjeev, for Sharad, for Sid, for Sandy, for Vishal (hippo, I don’t know why we call him hippo, may be he is so cute or so dumb) and for everyone who has been part of us.

He asked like “Five point someone??”

I thought if it would like that then I have to name it “Ten Point Everyone”. Because all of them are so brilliant, the creams of departments, except me, the real 'five point' buddy.

Sanjeev the most intelligent guy with a very pleasant personality (sometimes stubborn also, but let me tell you a secret that I owe my technical degree to him, he has been the most helping hand during my exams or rather every exams). Sharad Sinha, I don’t have words for him. He is a complete man, a man of honors, discipline and principles. (I wish if he had a little more humour). Swapnil, the loveliest guy, he is so true, so honest that it inspires everyone. Siddhartha (Sid), my roommate, a very logical personality, very brainy, a genius but sometime rash and argumentative. But I love him because that makes him different. Sandeep (sandy), I love his laugh. He used to be in my department then shifted to Computer Science in the second year. Now, one of the kings of computer science. Vishal, for him I’ll say one line. 'A dumb with Brain’. Hats off to all of them.

Frankly speaking, sometimes I have felt awkward to be part of them, their study circle. But it never felt inferior. They never let that happen. And I guess that makes me special in certain aspects. I have cherished every moment and hugely thankful to god to have them.

Anyway, so when he was expecting an answer from me, I told just wait for sometime.

I’ll be back.

I am back with lots of lovely moments of my college days. The Memoirs of my dearest friends, their friendship, which I would love to treasure for rest of my life.

I start from the beginning.

It was the first day in college. Nobody knew anyone. Swapnil was the most scared guy. A senior fellow named Shivendra (he knew him earlier) escorted him to the college. He entered and looked for the seat and found one in second row. Mr. Siddhartha, the tall guy (gosh, he is 6’3”) was sitting there already. Swapnil thought to impress him. The same was with Sid. They started talking, in English. When we ask why you people talked in English not Hindi. Swap says he thought Sid was a Malyali and looking stupid so he wanted to prove himself smarter. I don’t know how he says this. May be the fear of ragging had an effect on his eyes and mind also. And here entered the King. Yes, you are right. Sandy was at the door. Everybody had their eyes glued to him. He sat on the same desk on which swap and Sid were sitting. Imagine four of them sitting on the desk capable of holding three. That indeed was stuffy on the very first day, which eventually started a quarrel. The result was poor Swap was asked to go back by the Professor. Swap went back cursing sandy, the idiot. That was the first encounter. Swap, Sid and Sandy.

The story was about to begin.

Class got over, Mr. Shivendra escorted again. This time three were there. Swap, Sid and one more fellow named Dilip. Things were going smoothly. Bingo, and there was a senior who caught them. He asked them to come in the evening at his place. Swap thought about the snacks and cold drinks but he didn’t know that they were the snacks.

It was a very painful evening for the trio, totally helpless. Swap the scary boo just had to weep, and was then asked to fill the glass with his tears. Pathetic, isn’t it? It was late night and they were asked to sleep there itself. On the floor with no soft bed not even a bed sheet of which they were used to enjoy back home. You think a future CEO of a giant venture slept on the floor.

Ironic ? I feel the same.

Now it comes to me, I incidentally sat on the same desk where Sanjeev was sitting. Then we started talking with no nautanki which happened between Sid and swap. And that was the day which bonded us. We were in the same group in the computer lab. We used to write programs full of errors (we didn’t have computer subjects in our +2 like Sid and Swap). Sid used to rectify them in an instant. The time went by just like that and we became best friends.

Sharad, as usual was sitting on the front desk. We knew nothing about this little maestro, and never expected to be what he is today. But the time showed what the man was all about, and now he has our deep respects for him.

Are we missing someone here? Yes, you must be thinking of Vishal. That’s because he was in the different department and joined us in the second year.

The days went on. As they say ‘likeminded people blend easily’. The bond started to form between the six of us.

It was going very smooth.

Love strikes, well what can you expect from a guy in his early twenties? Now who could it be? Was it the prettiest girl in the college??

No !!

It was the Lady Professor of our department.

Well it goes like this; the lover boy swap was pretty disturbed.

I asked, ‘Who died?’ He told me, ‘No one, but she just had a baby.’

I asked, ‘so what ??’

He told me that he always dreamt to be father of that baby.

Oh ! My god, Swap had the huge crush on that lady.

Poor swap. All his dreams vanished in a flash.

Another incident is coming in my mind.

There was a party at Swap’s place. Sid challenged him to do pull-ups before dinner. Swap accepted it gleefully and didn’t expect what was in Sid’s micro-processor. He went for it.

One! completed,

Two!! Completed, phew!!

Threeeee….???

Oh my god!!!

He went up and his pants down, Sid pulled them right to his knees. Swap was hanging 3 feet in the air without his underpants.

Yes, Nothing.

Swap thought, “Thank God, everybody is behind me.” Then he saw someone staring at him, as if he was ninth wonder. He was none other than the cook, who came from kitchen to ask them that when they would have dinner but looking at swap he forgot everything. Mind you he was in front of swap. Now I leave the further scene for your imagination.

“Bar Bar dekho..hazaar bar dekho…ye dekhne ki cheez hai….”

So, first year gets over.

A beautiful year with full of laughs, new friends and wonderful memories.

Earlier everyone used to live separately. I was in hostel. Sid was living as paying guest and all others in different flats. I left the hostel and shared the room with Sid. And all the other four stayed together in a new flat, I called it the white house. Though I and Sid didn’t live with them but we have celebrated our each and every moment there.

It’s been like our home.

Now enters the dumb. Vishal joined us. I don’t know how. But I figure he started the job as Sharad’s secretary (joking, but you know Sharad used to scold him a lot) and then occupied our hearts.

Let’s have fun. Have Vishal.Hippo ko bulao.Our tagline.

Ok. Here is one question for you. See this picture. It was in a newspaper during the birdflu. Figure out what can be the meaning.

You know what Vishal said.

As Man runs faster than cock, he wins the race here.

Cool. Isn’t it???

Yesterday he told us bhagwaan mehman ke samaan hota hai (god is guest). Everybody laughed because it is other way around. When I said that I’ll quote this line bhagwaan mehman ke samaan hota hai. Swap confused and said it’s not like that. Its bhagwaan mehman ke samaan hota hai. I asked what’s the difference dumbo. You are repeating the same. Everybody laughed again...

Vishal can’t see without his spectacles. I used to hide them every time. Sorry bro, but it gives me a lot of pleasure.

One day he lost them when we went to the beach. Imagine a fellow wearing underwear and looking for his lost glasses in the sea.

Funny ???

Aise hain Vishal Bhai.

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Atmabodh, january 12 2007

In case you are wondering why this fellow is using such difficult words as heading in every page and what are these words ? Then let me tell you these are the words originated from Sanskrit and often termed as 'shudh hindi' by laymen.

Abhinandan means an auspicious welcome, atmabodh says the self revelation and I hope everyone knows what namaste is. This explains hello with a reverence.
And why I am using these words ?
I may not be well versed in Sanskrit but I know this constitute my culture.Bharatiya sanskriti [indian culture]. So a poor fellow who is not the master of Sanskrit, starting all his work with symbolizing his culture. Atleast. So that he doesn't feel lost. Isn’t it nice?

You tell me.

Anyway, I am here to have some revelation...to have a little bit more of myself with you. Graduating in engineering science. Counting my last days of graduation in Gods own country- kerala.

In simple words: an electronics engineer from cusat.

Oh!
What a time it has been.4 wonderful years of my life. In these four years, 2000 miles away from home, I saw different forms of emotion. Fear, pride, victory, defeat, smile, tears...everything.

Whether be it the fearful first year or the arrogant second year. Third year with lots of hopes and the final year with looking forward to join an MNC having lots of dream in these ambitious eyes.

They are the WONDERFUL YEARS of my life.

And who is saurabh pathak ?

The fellow having beautiful smile with sparkling eyes [as they say].Mad for music and movies. A diehard fan of a r rahman. Does possess a good sense of photography. Watches Indian cricket team playing and then promising himself that he'll never watch them again. They are pathetic. But he watches them again,again & again.with a new hope everytime.what to do. He loves them. Simply.

That fellow is me.