“Sometimes you just feel tired, feel weak. When you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up.
but you gotta search within you. gotta find that inner strength and just pull that shit outta you
and get that motivation, to not give up and not be a quitter.
No matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.”
Marshall Bruce Mathers lll (EMINEM)
“Life’s tough, that’s a given. When you stand up you’re gonna be shoved back down, when you’re down, you gonna be stepped on. My advice to you doesn’t come with a lot of bells and whistles, it’s no secret. You’ll fall down, you’ll stumble, you’ll get pushed, you’ll land square on your face. But every time that happened you get back on your feet. You get up just as fast as you can, no matter how many times you need to do it. Remember this, success has been and continues to be defined as getting up one more time when you’ve been knocked down. If experiences taught me anything, it says nothing is free and living in easy. Life’s hard, real hard, and incredibly hard. You fail more often than you win, nobody’s handing you anything, its up-to you to puff up your chest, stretch your neck and overcome all the difficult, the nasty, the mean, and the unfair. You want more than you have now? Prove it! You want to be heard the best there is, get out there and earn it. Once you decide that, you’ll know where it is you want to be and you won’t stop pushing forward until you get there. That’s how winners are made. At the end of the day, success is what we all want, we all wanna win, and the race will be ONE there are no questions about that. So come on, get out on top, run faster, dream bigger, live better than you ever have before. This is in you. You can do this, do it for yourself, and prove it to yourself.”
Gary J Raser (LIMU)
Juliet:
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet”
What matters is, what something is, not what it is called. The “NAME” isn’t everything. You need to go a little bit deeper. Some names can be pretty misleading.
KIIT UNIVERSITY-which holds the crown of being one of the fastest growing educational institutions in the country- stands as a testimony to Orissa’s march in the field of education. With its 16 magnificent campuses, AC classrooms, fully Wi-Fi campus it has a lot to promise. But do they fulfill the promises they make? That is pretty much a moot point. KIIT has a promising future but it leaves much to be desired in the present.
ELECTRONICS & TELE-COMM ENGINEERING- which claims to be one of the royal branches of all time or saying it better it is one. Although the placement logs doesn’t really reflect its majesty in the bygone academic years. What use are these credentials if you don’t really land a good job in Core Company. Subject papers are really very tough, if you don’t keep things up-to date. Students wish that their grades could also smoke weed so that they can get high… :P
DEBAYAN DAPTARY- whose life is moving towards some surely unsure future thinks to him what life would really be like, if this “NAME” thing doesn’t exist and people were actually judged by what they were, as we all say, “naam mein kya rakkha hai”. Eeuarrghhh… that’s a weird noise which I make when I’ve nothing to say, but a lot to express… damn… never mind.
TTYL.
As the third month of 3rd semester almost comes to an end, a hollow feeling begins to sink in. As my life tends to become limited, as if being compacted by a trash crusher I can almost compare it to a monastery cut off from civilization, the occupants of which ~like me~ fear to go out into the real world. It’s not like there is nothing to do out here. Rather there is so much I am supposed to do, that there is very little time for things I want to. More so, I have also forgotten things I wanted to do. Hmm. I am confused.
I vividly remember the last time this happened. I lost my teenage in the mad race called competitive exams and by the time I realized it, I was already out of my teenage. Even to this day, I have to correct mother when she blames my “teen”age for my clumsiness. I remind her of my age, and in the process, get rudely reminded of it myself. Will my history repeat itself, is the question I would like to ask myself. Seriously, I’m very tensed when mother calls me every time reminding me about my end-semester which are supposedly after a month later. It’s not about fear of exams, but about how to live up to the expectations of my parents at home.
While attending the lectures in college, I realized some things. In three years time I will be 22. And, as I go on to join the corporate world, straight jacketed in formals, working longer and harder to outperform, to move up the invisible corporate ladder, leaving very little time for myself. Maybe then I will ask this same question to myself again. Am I losing out on something? Here and now. Four wholesome youthful years of my life, are they expendable?
The Sensex is soaring to greater heights everyday and Need for Speed Hot pursuit is going to be reinvented on November 16. With so many exciting things happening around the world, I don’t think I need to go out and make an effort to make news for the time being. So I think I’ll just post this and go to sleep.
Temperatures are down here at my hometown after another welcome shower last night. Hope this respite is not short lived. As I sit on my couch and hopping from one channel to another endlessly on my TV I couldn’t wait any longer to put down in words my journey back home.
As me and my friend walked up to the reservation counter for the last time before boarding the train enquiring whether the tickets being confirmed or not, I could feel the drums beating in my ears for durgapuja. As expected we’re stuck at W/L 
15 and I was pretty sure that our journey was not going to be comfortable. Fortunately, a guy of our branch came to our rescue with a confirmed ticket. People whom you do not recognize in the hostel are good friends here at the station if they have a confirmed ticket. We three shared the same berth. In 5 hrs every limb of my body was cramped and was screaming for mercy because of the small place I was adjusted in. Finally the night passed and I reached Kolkata at 5:30 AM in the morning. It was cool out there, and I could breathe fresh air and hear my home calling. I rushed out of the station and booked a cab to the nearest bus depot. I was in a rush, but still I managed to take the first bus from there at 6.
The bus broke down due to some engine problem in the middle of nowhere and all the passengers we’re getting really annoyed with it. As my phone was out of charge I’d to borrow iPod from the guy sitting next to me so that I could cut back on the boredom. Unbelievably, the playlist on his iPod was playing Ustad Amjad Ali Khan. This may be the last place where one would expect classical music playing. I guess, our rich culture has still got a chance of surviving after all. My friend was there to receive me at the bus stand. As I walked down the streets I saw preparations for the upcoming puja has already started. As I reached home, I could smell some delicious decadent food made by mum, and that was all I needed then. Now, that’s all... More next time…
As I updated my FB status, I came across many of my friends screaming with post exam agony. Some were grudging the length of the paper while some were complaining about the question setup. Ironically, Engineering is not a cup of tea, for guys like me who spend a lot of time in studies… :P
Each night had something in common. It began with the search of a teacher in hostel who could explain to us what the syllabus was in plain eng. We skimmed over the tougher topics and grabbed as many marks bearing topics in that period as we could. To cover a syllabus of 3 months in 8 hrs even partially is not an easy job. Mugging up things was the only resort at that time, explaining and understanding concepts is well and good but not in exam night. Apart from studies there were many serious discussions about the meaning of “life” and other important things that boys like to discuss about. Finally we ended up making the solemn promises that we take every year and never carry out; I m sure it’ll be the same this time too. Every year we make same promises in order to expiate our sins which we committed the whole year. It is definitely not nice to see people sleeping soundly when we’re up and running ourselves. The nights were spent worrying about what disaster was going to befall us the next day; even there were thoughts planning to skipping this exam and sit for a re-exam which is supposed to happen. Whatever is left of the morning of the exam was spent on writing our worst knowledge on small bits of paper that may help us in the exam. Exam after exam the scenario was repeated monotonously.
Now exams have ended I shudder to think of that period. And what all I remember is that, when a boundary condition is applied to an adiabatic process, the voltage drop across the load resistance is invariant to the non-linear system, which constructs to call a function showing null deflection in that bridge made of extrinsic semiconductors proving the continuity equation to be wrong… :P aahh… I didn’t get that too... anyways… Later
As everyone around me began to gear up for the first exam of 2nd year, day after tomorrow( some mid-semester exam), I decided to take some time out and put down in words about this past week; and also the coming week which has tortuous exams to go through. As in the story the beast comes before the beauty, similarly exams have to come before a vacation so that we can spend them being miserable about the exams.
As I rolled my eyes over the IRCTC site looking forward to the wait list movement where I am waitlisted in, I realize that some things in life are not meant to be learnt, or discussed, they are just supposed to happen. After the ultimate enjoyment of my roommate’s birthday party last night, I was just pondering what it was like; this past week. Things started going wrong from the very beginning of the week, as I’ve been diligently waking up at 10am missing my first half classes every bloody day of the week, which is not at all good for my “healthy” attendance report. My pen drive went missing; cell phone display was out; watch froze. And lastly laptop is also down with some GFX problem, which turns it off abruptly… oh… it’s gone again… aghhh… :x
Now, just one more week left before going back home. And I don’t know what this coming week have in store for me. It is said that every cloud has got a silver lining; I believe this week would bring me some good luck. I suddenly realize that nothing is better than HOME, a place I’ve always wanted to stay away from. As my laptop is screwed up, cell phone display is out, watch is off and my PNR status shows no change… there’s only one thing to say… no matter what… DAD, I’m coming home…
As I sit on my bed with puffy eyes and tousled hair on a Sunday, I can’t help writing a post. After having absolute blast for the fresher’s party yesterday I’m back to my normal listless life again. Now, before moving on, a piece of advice. Don’t sleep for ten hours straight. Your body aches, eyes look puffy and you lose almost half of a new day. And that is not something that you may reclaim.
Sunday is that day of the week, when you have loads of plans,but do not intend to execute them in any way. For me it is synonymous with a sleep that lasts right up to lunch passing breakfast on its way. Then my attention shifts towards my deteriorating personal hygiene which reminds me to at least wash my face before having anything. Somehow the night passes and Monday takes over. Monday is the day when everything goes wrong right from the start. As you sleep till lunch on a Sunday, you forget that this respite is quite short lived, as in the very next day you’ve to be there in your electronics lab by 7 in the morning without any fail to face a viva. Although you know that you’re going to be screwed, having the panel in fits of laughter at your answers, you can’t avoid giving answers as it looks even dumber if you remain silent. After 5 long hours of pure agony, the “monday” lunch is something you don’t really look forward to. Add to that the misery of writing practicals and assignments and you can have some idea what hell looks like. And this is not the end, as rest of the day is spent worrying about the 6 continuous lectures the next day.
Just two more weeks to go before my painful pre mid-sem classes comes to an end. Have my durgapuja vacations from 11th which are purportedly the most important vacation of any bengali’s life. The exam schedule is out. 4th is the D-day. Preparations are about to start. Hopefully, they will start before the exams. As I achieved a new level in IcyTower and completed new challenges in FIFA, my life rolls on towards a certainly uncertain future. Before I turn philosophical, I think I should wrap up this post. Also, I’ve to wash my formal shirts if I am to attend my labs tomorrow.
It’s eighteen minutes past 3, and I can still hear the guns reloading and being fired in the two rooms next to me. It was not very long before when I too used to stay awake at this time engaged in that very business. Definitely it’s “Counter Strike” which is keeping all of them awake till now. And I bet that no time can be better for writing a blog about it.
I’d always heard about gaming over LAN and I finally managed to experience it last year and it was none other than the most widely played tactical first-person shooter game “Counter Strike” or simply CS. Finally a new task added to my daily routine. Late night CS became more of an addiction than an entertainment itself. In no time I acquired all shooting skills and in rare cases anyone survived once I’ve spotted them. My friends always admired my assaulting, stealth and other skills but kept on warning me about my lack of strategies. I never understood what they meant until one day an enemy ambushed me, that too with a knife. If you’ve ever played CS you’ll know that it is the most absolutely horrible thing that can happen to you in this game. I learnt watching my back from that incident. Soon my strategies started getting better and it really helped out my clan and me to win rounds. We “practiced” near about 10 hours daily in order to sharpen our game-play techniques. We won several matches against different clans and were on the top of the tree in no time. You know it’s really very exciting when you’re the only one left in your team and all of a sudden you win the round with three consecutive headshots that too with a DEAGLE.
Days passed, and this CS mania began to die out in me. Up until today I couldn’t really figure out the reason, was it academics or just me. Sometimes playing one or two rounds on my friend’s system feels awesome however I am no more interested in playing it for playing’s sake. Now every time the server re-spawns and the guns cock it feels like something is missing. CS is no more, it’s Locked n it can’t Load…
