Requiems for a Dream
# I don’t generally write posts reflecting what I really feel.
I had a dream yesterday. After watching psycho movies like ‘SAW’ and ‘Final Destination’ during my weekend night-out, I slept at around 5:30 in the morning and woke up at 1:00 pm afternoon due to nightmare. Since generally dreams are too stupid, I won’t bore you going into its details. So in brief here’s what I saw:
“I was in the first floor of a building which probably looked like my school. I was tied to a pillar (just like they do in the movie, ‘SAW’) and a few boys and girls were hitting me with steel rods. I was hurt, badly hurt. I struggled, I broke the ties and grabbed a steel rod. I was now fighting back (like a hero), hitting everyone coming into my way with the rod. I was horrified, restless and mad. I was smashing and smashing everyone. Suddenly I hit someone on the head with my steel rod. The person turned towards me and I realised she was ‘her’. I had hit her. I saw her eyes conveying pain. She fainted. And I was left to cry. What I’d done!”
I woke up with tears in my eyes. I really wanted to cry and so I cried. I was missing her. I’d always wanted to leave Bhopal so that I can forget her easily. But it seems I was wrong.
Since she never reads my blog, I can safely write a few things here. It was her birthday yesterday. I called her up, talked for a while. She always tries to sound happy. She has changed, at least for me. And its really hard to accept that. Its been over two months for me in IIT, still unable to figure out if I am really happy in here. There must be something crucial, because otherwise I would have not thought about it.
Baatein Bhool Jaati Hai
Yaadein Yaad Aati Hai.
I feel alone here. There are many good and caring friends around, still I find myself alone. What’s the reason everytime I am lonesome when I return from Insti to hostel in the evening. Whenever I enter my room, there’s no one there. I do my lunch alone and dinner alone. Sometimes my friends ask me, “Kaha rehta hai tu?” Even I don’t know the answer.
May be I am the one who’s responsible for this. I am resisting change. Its me who wants to stay alone so that I can cherish my memories. I miss my mom, my family, my friends, my school and her. I miss days when I was preparing for IIT JEE. Actually I’ve figured out, preparing for JEE is like having sex. You try hard, want to get the ending desperately and when you become successful, you experience the ultimate satisfaction. But is that what you wanted???
No.
The satisfaction won’t lasts long and after a few hours you need to have sex one more time. That’s my condition probably. I am restless & confused now, living a visionless life. I don’t even know what should I do. All I do everyday is to pray to God. That’s it.
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter.
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PS — Now feeling much better.
PS — Should I request you all not to ask me about the girl I’ve mentioned.
PS — One more thing that makes me nervous are the bomb blasts in Delhi. 
PS — Dear God, please do something. Innoncent people are dying.
PS – Must see: Saw 1,2,3,4 & 5.
PS — Girl Next Door – Elisha Cuthbert…….Umm…mm..mm.. 
PS — Adios.
‘Antisocial’ Socials
# Formally, ‘Socials’ is an event organised usually a week before ‘Rendezvous’ in each boys hostel of IIT Delhi. A bus from IIT goes to some girl’s college of Delhi and returns completely packed with ’super-hot’ bandis for party.
Earlier Socials was meant to happen for freshers of IIT (or Faccha) only. Those ‘facchas’ who have spent their last 2-3 years in rubbing their asses in front of Physics, chemistry and mathematics books and finally cleared one of the most prestigious exams of the world. Those facchas who don’t know that there exists some better ‘curves’ than parabolas and hyperbolas. And those who’d never tried to learn the chemistry of love. Every single faccha in the Aravali Hostel was eagerly waiting for it when one day our great Dean UG ~ Shri Shri S R Kale banned Socials for freshers. That means this fabulous opportunity transferred to our ‘Seniors’ only.
So on 15th of September, 2008 Monday, a large bus from IIT Delhi went to Miranda Girls House and returned with some beautiful Homo-Sapiens existing on this lovely planet. For the facts, there were about 60 of them and guess what, the number of boys going to the event were only 40. There set-up a tent in the Aravali lawn and a DJ in Ara Common Room. Since we ‘poor facchas’ were not allowed for the event, we were left only to peek through the windows, rooftops, gaps in the tents etc. etc. And as you’ve guessed, ‘despos’ like me didn’t leave a single opportunity to do that.
So in the evening when I went to mess for dinner at around 7:30, I realised girls have already come and the party has started. I peeked through the gap in the tent and saw something one rarely gets to see in IIT ~ bandis. Man….there were lots and lots of them. I won’t say that they were the best ones, but some of them were damn hot. Most of them had come in clothes I won’t like to mention here. Each girl had at least one-inch thick layer of make-up on her face and I was also able to sense the ’smell’ of their perfume from 30 feets away.
I felt a bump in my stomach and may be because of this reason I didn’t take my dinner properly. After completing my dinner, me, along with my another ‘despo’ friend – Kunal Goel went for the exploration. We roamed around the venue and looked for every possible location from where we can get a good view of anything. Finally we found the place. It was a narrow strip besides the TV Room on the first floor from where we were able to see the whole Aravali Lawn. This was the time when we got the complete, clarified and close look of the bandis. We focussed on the few ones who looked really great and also those who dressed really great. (Sometimes, both things do not belong to the same person.)
Gradually, some more despo crowd joined the league. More facchas came and saw the whole scene with a big frustration + question mark on their faces. We clicked few photographs from Kunal’s great N-73. The camera was good but since we were sitting very far away, so couldn’t get the clarity expected. Gradually few girls began to notice the light of the flash and realised that someone is staring them from above. One of them called a senior and complained. Therfore we had to runaway from there to save our asses.
No comments.
They waited until someone came and took them.
- Aravali Lawn
Then we went to the window of the Ara Common Room where DJ was set-up. There was a Paper Dance competition going on. Those seniors who were good enough, got a bandi for the dance. In paper dance, you’ve to dance on the paper only. And the paper gets shorter and shorter after every song. This means, you know…well…you get closer and closer to the girl. I again felt a big bump in my stomach. My frustration level was on the peak. And it broke the limits when I saw Tau Sir, one of my senior, doing dance with a bandi. Those who have seen his dance know how ‘closely’ he did it. I guess there was no inch of both of them that was left untouched. The news spread in a nano-second throughout the hostel and attracted more and more crowd. Everyone was speaking about Tau Sir who had by now carried the girl above on his hands. I was astonished by the support, the bandi was giving to him.
Finally dinner started. We again moved to the first floor to watch the lawn. Most of them were transformed from ’single’ to ‘couple’ now. Some of them were hanging even with two girls. Yes, there were exceptions for both of the above cases, but that was rare.
I couldn’t bear anymore, so I decided to left. I saw faces of my mates filled with disappointments. Everyone asking the same question – “Why we??”
Now since the night(mare) is over, all of us are hoping that one day we’ll also become seniors and enjoy the pleasure we were deprived of. Till then, I am left to be a ‘despo’ again.
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PS — Sorry mates, can’t upload the pics as I’ve lost my data cable.
PS — And I am not keen to walk 1.5 kilometers to Munirka Market to purchase it.
PS — So to soothe your mood, here’s the song of the day : Mitwa Re from ‘Hello’ by Pritam
PS — Tchao
IIT Punjab ~ An Unwoven Dream
# This post is dedicated to those people who believe that I cannot write on anything except girls. Although this post is a bit boring, but you must read it if you are concerned with it in any way.
It is said that great men have great visions or may be vice-versa. When Jawahar Lal Nehru established IITs in 1950s-60s, he had a vision, a vision of a scientifically and technically strengthened nation. The dream cherished and we got a highly prestigious and respected system of 7 technical institutions classified as the best in the world.
Then another man got a vision. This time the vision was not of a national interest but more of a political. He decided to repeat the history by establishing 8 new IITs. The man was Arjun Singh. The most interesting thing being he completed this convulating job in a few months. He established 6 new IITs in scratch without laying even a single brick. Some people call it miracle and I call it What the F!
So the most debatable question of all the times: “Is it justified?”
I will not try to answer that. Instead I would like to present my personal views on IIT Punjab which is mentored by my great college ~ Indian Institute of Technology Delhi. For the facts (as written in IIT Punjab official page):
“IIT Punjab will be located at Roopnagar (formerly Ropar), along the bank of the Sutlej river, about 50 kms from Chandigarh. However, since the setting up of the new IIT in its final location will take some time, IIT Delhi has been requested to incubate the IIT Punjab”
Therefore, the 120 so-called ‘NewIITians’ are residing in IIT Delhi campus. Girls are provided accommodation in Himadri Hostel while boys live in IP Apartments.
Mainly, IIT Punjab is benefitted by having their ‘gestation period’ in IIT Delhi. But there are some cons of it also. First lets see how its benefited:
# SENIORS
I feel this is the most important factor. What makes a college culture? Is it infrastructure? Is it faculty? Is it the facility provided?
No.
Its the seniors. They make the culture of the college. They tell you what’s a college life, how things work here and how they don’t. Of course it comes with the cost of a little ragging but that’s also justified if its within the limits.
Let me give you an example of IIT Patna which is not currently functional in any other existing IIT. They are not having seniors. My friend who’s studying there told me that it still feels like a school there.
IIT Delhi provides them a ’senior support’ for their transformation from a school-chick to a college-dude. Also, this will help them in becoming a good senior when they’ll return to their own place.
# SYSTEM
IITs are not colleges, they are IITs. Its the system of IITs which distinguish them. Of course these students, while living in IIT Delhi will learn the system of an IIT. They will realise the standard of this world class institution and also to how far they’ll have to work to make their new college, one.
# the IITD factor
What else, they are getting to stay for one year in IIT Delhi man, the dream place for lakhs of people. And this was the sole reason why people picked IIT Punjab over other new IITs in the JEE counseling. Some of them also hoped that construction of buildings at Punjab were delayed in case, (whose probability is still high considering the efficiency of Indian Govt.) then there’s a good chance that they’ll complete their B.Tech here only in Delhi.
These were the advantages. Now time for some cons:
# PRIDE
Its something else in studying at your own college whatever or however it may be. But these students realised this later.
# DETACHMENT
The students of IIT Punjab are kind of ignored or aloofed from the mainstream. They are not allowed in Inter-Hostel events which is a major blow for their college life. Moreover, their classes are held separately in MS completely apart from the IITD students. Most of the IITD students haven’t interacted with even a single IITP student. It gets them detached from the rest.
# DISCRIMINATION
May this not be the case, or they think like this way, but IITP students feel they are discriminated both by IIT Authorites and IITD students. As the matter of fact, IITD students have been provided mostly with air-conditioned classrooms and other excellent facilities, but IITP students don’t. As mentioned above, they are also being detached from the mainstream.
Moreover, there are cases of student-discrimination, especially in girls. Girls of IITP stay with IITD girls in Himadri. The condition is just like preparatory course students living with first-year students. I guess, this explains everything.
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What do they feel about all this
I’ve asked a few IITPians this question and with no exception, all of them said they want to go to their own college. Its good its IIT Delhi, but its not theirs and that’s what really bothers them. Plus the above points of discrimination and detachment aggravate them.
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What Do I Feel about IIT Punjab
Since we are having guests in our college, so this is surely a nice question to ask. Before answering this question, I’ve discussed the issue with some of my friends and seniors. But still whatever I write here should not be taken as a general opinion.
Mainly I don’t care if they are here. Since I never meet them, never interact with them, for me they don’t exist. Establishment of new IITs is a depressing decision for me. Don’t be mistaken, we are still talking about the famous Indian Institutes of Technology, which have made a mark for themselves all over the world as the strongest Indian brand. Fortune 500s, the Navratnas, the PSUs, the Scientists – you name it, they are there. And the government believes it can recreate the brand overnight, even without a single brick being laid? Without any external support? WITHOUT FACULTY?
I can safely say that the system teaches you much more outside the classroom than inside. So, all those dumbfucks in Delhi need to realise that just announcing the formation of IITs within their ignorant midst does not make the IITs, you’ve got to arrange infrastructure, faculty and facilities for them before you start.
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FINAL COMMENT
Mainly, I feel sympathy for these ‘newIITians’. Also in particular, I really want IITD authorities to take measures to bring IITP students into play. Although, their future is still in dilemma but don’t forget they are the IITians. The cream of the country. And that’s enough. The reputation of a college does not depend on its building, but the students studying there.
And for those who believe that the reputation of exisitng IITs have diluted because of them, I am sorry you are wrong. It is true that the top 2% in JEE is the cream. But its just a part of the cream. The cream can be denser.
If every student in the US, graduates out from a good university- not associating himself with this mad JEE kind of competition, and still be called a good graduate, why not most students from India?
Although its sad to see that politics have infilitrated into education too, but one thing that’s also true is that ‘every cloud has a silver lining’.
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PS — Rendezvous is coming. Lets see if I can see ’something’ in it. 
PS — Please stop asking about marks I got in minor I.
PS — Yesterday saw ‘Lifestyle’ rehearsals in WindT. Goddamn man…..
PS — I just can’t understand, how God designed such beautiful women.
PS — Sorry for the boring post. But can’t help.
PS — Adios.
R2 ~ Dil Mill Gaye..!
The Reading room
# For those who don’t know, R2 or ‘Reading Room’ is a large hall in the Central Library of IIT Delhi which is 24 hours open for students.
The Reading Room concept was introduced by IIT authorities to encourage students to study more. I don’t know how far they’ve succeeded in this job, but the one thing I do know is that the students have put this R2 into a better use. Some people read books here, and some read faces…….faces of girls.
There are several reasons why I go R2.
1. Its air-conditioned.
2. Its having a Nescafe counter.
3. Girls.
Some of the most prominent observations I had in R2 are as follows:
# The amount of study done is inversely proportional to the number of girls present out here.
# The amount of frustration (or frustaapa, as by IIT lingo), is directly proportional to number of couples present.
Earlier, I hated to go R2. I mean whats the point of walking a kilometre from your hostel to study something you can do it in your room only. But gradually I realised why the place is so popular. Basically it acts as a bridge between farthely-separated girls and boys hostel. Although boys have to walk a bit more to reach here than girls, but then again its justified. Afterall, they are the girls
Its also a meeting point of couples. They come with their books/laptops etc., sit for a while and try to study (which is impossible for both of them in presence of each other). And then when they fail badly, they sleep on each-others shoulders leaving the rest of the crowd to see them and envy.
There is also scope for those who are not having a ‘bandi’. Its really a great feeling to see a girl studying. I must say girls look really cute when they study. (I wish I could say the same for boys also. ) So, the funda is, you study and when you need a break, take your head out of your book and look around. After 5 minutes, you’ll be fully-refreshed and ready to start studying again.
R2 is also Wi-Fi enabled. So some people come here with their laptops. Since in R2 you cannot watch anything objectionable, therefore one can work here without any distractions (which normally occur when one is surfing internet in his room).
So friends, this is R2. Here the love inculcates, nourishes and reaches upto the extent of sleeping (of course on each other’s shoulders). I really doubt if R2 has produced some 9 pointers. But one thing thats sure is that it has been the favourite hangout for ‘5 point someone’ like me.
I had a lot of R2 for the last few days because of my minor exams. May be this was the reason I screwed all my papers. Still I am hopeful that one day I’ll visit R2 and will use the excellent facility provided by Indian Government for only studying. Although I doubt the day will come.
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PS — Minors ended. Trying to forget the nightmare.
PS — Hmm… ‘Rock On’ rocks man..(only if you watch it in a theatre having good sound)
PS — I’d sent a friend request to a girl of my branch on orkut, but she refused.
PS — So I sent it again and guess what, she again refused.
PS — One day I asked her the reason and she said, “Its because of your blog”.
PS — WTF!!
PS — Coming Bhopal. Yipee…!!
PS — Addicted to Kishore Kumar. He rocks.!
PS — Tchao 
