test post !!

test post plz ignore :P !!

This is called an awesome night.

Date :- 8/10/2006 time:- 11:00 PM
Well it all starts with a wake up call from chauhan. He commanded me to cancel my dinner (it was canceled though)

So, cutting long story short we went to pizza hut. I had great time n 10 pieces of pizza , thanks to our sponsors turbo , harry n saini.

Ya! I forgot to mention one thing, saw one of my frnd’s … there with some other guy. Ch ch ch poor man …. (not my frnd the other guy :p)

Some of our seniors were also there … I mean the first year alumni. Well they were enjoying with there old buddies so, we chose not to interrupt.

They are Office dudes now. But one thing I noticed that some of them have put on weight. I mean they were looking healthy as compared to how they were at IIIT.

What does this implies?

@nks theory says:- IIIT suck you blood more then the boss of you company.

He he he !!Hey, I got distracted from the main path.

So, what I was saying … ya !! well, we had dinner. Akash, reminded us about the dandiya n garba thing.

We thought, actually me n akash though that we’ll finish this fast and then will leave to IIIT.

But, reverse happned … :(

We managed to reach IIIT at 10:30 PM. Guys n gals were dancing on some panjabi number.

And some thing worse happned , I was there standing under the basket holding my stomach n cursing my self for having 1 extra piece.

But even pain couldn’t prevent me from dancing when I saw dancing divas with dandiyas.

Last line went little too mendaciously.

Actually my ache was temporary, n vanished after some time.

So, me n akash entered the crowed, n started throwing our hand n lags in random direction.

But the best part came at the end, when I played dandiya.

This is the place where I should mention that ….

I m very thankful to Sugandh n his team for organizing dandiya and garaba night. It was awesome…

And thanks to pinky for teaching me some steps. :)

And in the final concentric-bi-circular dance, I got chance to dance with my dream …… :-“>.

Don’t ask me who is she…… !! keep guessing though :p !!

Is there anything left to mention ... i don't any one would have read it till here ...

If you are reading this ... then ... thanx for your patience :) !!

n me signing off with this super short note.....

tada :-h

Random post .. random poem .. n blah blah blah !!

I never favored random posts .. its like u don’t have to say any thing still you are rambling utter crap …

(Hey !! I do it everytime !!)

Anyways, in this post I swear to god I’ll not make u endure my excursive idea.

(yhe !! no one saw my crossed fingers !! )

It’s been long since I wrote anything … by anything I mean anything sensible.

Don’t remind me bout exams. Coz what I write on answer sheet is barely apprehensible to me. God knows how the examiner understands it.

Hey! I promised that I won’t write anything other than crap … come on it’s a random post for heaven’s sake!

My, connection got disconnected … connection .. I mean my cell phone. Well, my net was also down for 2 days .. by grace of our great new sys admin. And now this, me! the poor lazy thing have to go, all the way to Abids to get my phone in working condition back.

What else should be included in a random post …

A senti poem …

Once upon a time when I
Was looking at the sky
I saw clouds hissing
Thundering n pissing
A drop fall into my eye
I said – “why god why?”
Suddenly I heard a sound-
“Hey u !! At the ground
U r so ungrateful dammit !!
Should thank me that clouds don’t shit.”

So shitty … I mean senti poem …

I guess enough of boredom for u guyzz today ..

Anyways, not getting more ideas for this random post …

So, signing off ….

tada !!

oath for IIITians !!

As Jivan Vidhya is been made compulsory for the incoming students to IIIT. I think there should also be an oath taking ceremony for them after completion of course. So, I thought of some important points n wrote them down. If u guyz have any more then plz plz …. plz plz plz comment them!!

So , here it goes :


I, Champak Lal Bhumiya solemnly pledge myself to consecrate my 4 years to IIIT.

I’ll respect all of my respected teachers, will not!! Definitely not!! Imitate them!!
I’ll do all my assignments by myself n will never type SCP on keyboard again n always avoid group “teeping “.
I’ll never mess with the mess guy!! Sorry Aunty!! Even if they serve me, half backed flour instead of chapatti n some semi solid yellowish thing instead of curry.
I’ll always obey our great G4S guys, Sleeping around the campus (did I say sleeping!! ohh no no no … actually screening each n every one’s ID, except non-student!! obviously)
I’ll not give my friends bumps on their birthdays, (because if not today then may be tomorrow but your turn is going to come).
I’ll make MIT website as my Home page n will everyday read biography of at least one turing award winner!!
And the last one I’ll never ever play music with sound in hostel!!

Amen

wht is love !!

I asked a question to some celebrities: WHAT is Love?? pyar kya hai ??
See what reply I got...

Manmohan singh : soniya ji se pooch ker bataoonga !!

Laloo Yadav : are humse pooch rahe hai !! yhe 9 baccha kahan se aaya , bataiye to zara ??

Atal Bihali : are agar ............................ humko pata hota !!............................................to abhi tak kuvare hote kya !!

Siddu : love my friend is like a ball, you have to play carefully till it becomes old.




Then i asked some of my friends

Turbo : aann... sone de yaar, verna kal phir class miss ho jayegi.

Handa : abe tere pass aur koi kaam nahi hai kya. $%@#%@%#@$%

Jaiswal : are hum bole to the!! tum hamesha bool kyu jaate hoo ?

Ganand : What ?? kya ?? hunn…?? Blogs !!

Keser : well Daalmakhini n second my PC !!

Sica : abe frustoo hai kya !!

Akash : my cell definitely !!



Some of our beloved profs :-

Our former Dean : have you even opened the MIT site? Read …….writter’s ……….book. you ppl never think bout studies …….. always ………. Goes on n on !!

Mr. Director : first complete you Jivan Vidhya, then ask such philosiphical questions!

Dr. M B S : Excellent !!

N finally,

Dr. Rammurthi : How bout you?




as evey one is writing PS, so .......


i wont follow them sheepishly :p !!

felicity !!

This design came to my mind juss now. so did ctrl+C frm mind n Ctrl+V in paint brush.
........

juss aiwai !!!

Mr. James Blunt knows the actuall condion of me. Thts why he sang this song just for me!!
cant sing for ya !! so njoy readin !!

My life is
brilliant.
My life is brilliant
My love is
pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.

@nks : (Damm shure !! )

She
smiled at me on the subway.

@nks : well not xactly subway but lot of ppl pass frm thr !!

She was with another man.

@nks : unfortunatly tht's true ...

But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause
I've got a plan.

@nks : ya !! seriuosly ..

You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's
true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I
don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be
with you.

@nks : bitter truth of life !!

Yes, she caught my eye,
As we walked
on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking
high,
And I don't think that I'll see her
again,

@nks : this part is not true actually

But we shared a moment that will last 'till the
end.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in
a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

La la la
la la la la la la

You're beautiful. You're
beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.

There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she
thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to
face the truth,
I will never be with you.

@nks : haaye bederd zamaana !!

desperate to fall in love !!

Read some one's blog just now. Oh my god, how could some one be so sweet , so innocent , so loving , so caring, so..... ( vocabulary problem). I mean I never thought that she would fall for a geek like him. I hate those guys who were making fun of her ( should say their) feelings , I even hate my self for this … how could I be such a ....... moron , idiot, jerk ....

I should have read that much before satirizing it. I feel so ..... no words .

Hey sorry dude ,what ever I said I never meant it. You know me.

signing off with one last sentence (desperate to fall in love !!)

this is not done !!

Blogging after a long pause. Went home, blogspot got blocked n assignments of microcontroller … n blah blah blah .. lots n lots of reasons. But past few days something happened which forced me to fetch some time to write.

I guess many human beings had already presented their views bout it. Here is my point of view, about ragging issue:

I hope u guys have got my point. ( samjhne vale samajh gaye hain jo na samjhe vo DISCO hai ). I too feel, the measure taken by the management, bout this ragging issue are much worse than their sin (if it’s called so).

Last word: Relations with 1^st yr won’t be same as they use to be before.

We’ll miss you guyzz !!

me photu-grapher !!

well,
there is a proverb in hindi .. it goes like " bander ke haat main sheesha " dont kno english version .. :D

this is like i got cam-cell. these pics r my work ... he he !!

in this post m not goin to bore u guyzz wid my stupid ideas n so called PJs , coz these pictures speak them selves ..

so go ahead !!....

















I dont think this bulidind need introduction....

















the place in campus were people enjoy sitting outside then inside ....
















sports village ..... frm terrace of OBH















sunrise from ....

















sunset at .........
















I juss like this pic dont kno why !!





Now here is some brain work for you ...


guess wht is this thing ??

















which place is this ??

















guess in which wing n which floor the photogarapher is standing ?
xtra rewards to guess the room

picture story !!!

Let me have the privilege to introduce you to the characters of this story

THE GOOD

THE BAD



KESER



CHAUHAN

&

SACHAAN

it was a just a usual day .. oops did I just say day .. sorry, my mistake, actually it was night.

We guys were doing so called BC n stuff.

Like teasing akash,

making food at Mess

n washing clothes …

Hey who let this pic enter here!! Its highly restricted area for such stuff.

The pic above might be some one's photshop works . i dont wash clothes !! well .... whatever

lets go in with our story

So , sica came into my room(with his Reshamiya looks) . n said

"Abe ek ultimate phodu idea aaya hai !! (hey!! I got an awesome idea) why not we guys go to that santro rock at top of the hill, n become the first IIITian to xplore that place "

well m not sure that we were first or not but I kinda like tht like

hobit said :-

" Whatever I m not intreasted !!"

raghu said:-

"Are you nuts you are going to climb that thing, its f**king risky!!"

I said :-

"@ hobit - you go n do fire in the hole :p

@raghu - What is risk ? … ha ha ha !!

We are goin guyzz !! "

So , we … means .. me , sica, keser n chauhan .left early morning …

..

Annnn….. actually it late evening … well who care !!

So after facing lots n lots of difficulties .. (sry cant show all those pictures, images might be harmful for kids !!)

We finally arrived at the rock.

But we got stuck. How to climb the rock …

sica said :-

"He he he !! tell me .. how u gonna climb this thing up ."

keser said :-

"Let me do some thing ."

And soon keser build a stone staircase.

But still he wasn’t able to reach the enough height. Just then by the mercy of god, four stone guys (we found them on stone!!) came to help us.

So, here we are!! At the top of santro rock !!

Yhe !! IIITians rocks … at the rock.

So happy ending of my story !!

"Hey where’s my part !!"

well … no bad guyzz in my story :p !!

and you got the party na !!

Njoy !! cheers !!

whats up doc ? whats cooking ?

Here is the story of our khichari(actually was tehri or can say pulao). As any usual day, me, kesar, chauhan n bajpai were having Yuktahar. Food was okish(tell u the truth, we were eating coz we had paid the money ). Anyways, we saw some of our great seniors making rotis, and then some of the gals from our batch also joined in. The young blood in our body also jumped, we should also do something. Then chauhan forced me to go to vinayak ji n ask him if we can help n I did. And, we end up with a promise of coming next day n making khichari.

So, breaking thy habit, I woke up at 10.00 n made sure that all others are on the planet, took shower, got dressed & left exactly at 11.00. The three crooks, oops sorry, the three cooks, on our mission, arrived at the war land. There were lots of vegetables and other stuff to fight against us. But knifes were on our side. Then the war started, we all fought bravely, cutting each n every rotten part of vegetables, we cleared our way to presser cooker. But we were weak coz there were no spices on our side. We had just salt, red chili & turmeric powder, rest all already left (u know what I mean). But we didn’t loose hope n continue fighting. After putting the remains of vegetables in cooker we closed the top & did same to the rice after some time.

But the war wasn’t over then, coz we had to feed the civilians. We waited for rice to get cooked, n we waited n waited ….., but nothing happed , centuries passed but nothing happened ( we broke the record of Birbal anyways), people were starving to death. Then vinayak ji rose from the background with a bigger stove with him. Bingo, we creaked the nut.

When pulao was about to serve, I was kinda worried. What if the vegetables haven’t died? What if they had poisoned the rice? But god is great every one liked our pulao.

And hence great great @nks had once again saved the day ( with the help of his frnz !!).

ass-ingments !!

( This story is based on a True incident and it is related to living or dead person !!)

Using short terms for long words isn’t a new habit. So is the case with IIIT guyz. But some times it creates such n amusing situation that you can’t hold your laugh. I thought of writing this blog long before. But didn’t have that much gut to use, some should not kind of words. But some force inside me telling me that people need to know the truth. It is my duty to serve my nation by revealing all the hidden truth and dark secretes in the chest of weirdo’s mind. Ok I won’t bore you any longer, going straight to the incident.

In first year we guys use to get a lot of assignments, specially “C”. Normally 90% of the batch made folder named ass1, ass2, …. for saving assignments in 205. The thing I want to convey is ass was short form for assignment.

So, there’s my friend (cant use name, security purpose J ) say Mr. Y . He has done the assignment with a little golmaal(SCP n stuff – u know). So, when he showed his assignment to one tutor say Mr. Z, he caught him n refused to accept his assignment. Now, Mr. Y, totally frustrated writes a mail to other tutor (who has a soft corner for him) telling bout what has happened to him. See what he wrote.

Dear Sir,

I was wondering if you could help out of this problem. Actually, yesterday I showed my ass to Mr. Z. After examining it, I don’t know why, but he refused to accept it. He was claming that the ass wasn’t mine. But, I swear, that ass was mine, I didn’t even have a look at other’s ass. He was saying that I will not get marks for my ass in future.

Please help me out with it. I am ready to show my ass to any one. I can prove that this ass is mine. I didn’t take anyone else’s.

Yours faithfully

Mr. Y

This post of mine is deeply regretted.

Robocamp: my comments on volunteers !!

So, finally it's over. Ya, I m talking about Robocamp.

After 4 fussy days, here I m ultimately sitting on my chair n writing this ie. my comments on all the volunteers involved in the workshop.

Kriti Garg : I think without her this workshop wouldn’t be possible. I use to think that every one in the world has a threshold of doing work. After crossing that limit every one goes mad. But I think god has forgotten to set that threshold limit for her. I have always seen her working, with a smile on her face.

Saini : He was most appreciated guy during the whole workshop, n he deserves that. You should have listened to the clap when his name was called upon the stage for certificate.

Sugandha : This guy took care of every stuff (specially gals ;) – according to one feedback we got). If Kirti was brain he was cerebral cortex of administrative volunteers because if anything is to be done, there are two names to be called either Kirti or Sugandh.

G Anand : The microcontroller champ. This guy has a lot of stamina to listen to the weird ideas of groups’ n them making program for it. If he wouldn’t be they I guess half the projects couldn’t have worked.

Aziz : you can interpret his dedication by knowing the fact that he met an accident a day or two before and sow him still working today with a bandage on his hand.

KTN : who patiently listened to the problems n solved then out (found on feedback wall).

And also he was taking care of all the non-male tyros of robotics (he he he !! competition to sugandh).

And also I should not forget the contribution of vidhyasagar (for media coverage) n jagpreet. Because of these five(kirti, vidyasagar, jagpreet, sugandh, aziz), everything went so smoothly.

And our friends rishi , ankul and ankur they did a great job, they all were so dedicate to there work. Specially handa, he came for the workshop even he was sick.

Because of the efforts of all of these guys (and me :D) n people I forgot to mention, this workshop became a huge success.

Ps: All those who applied for voulnteership n didn't come are not going to get their T'shits >:p .

seriously there where doulble the people enrolled. but at the time of work they just vanished. Is this is what we are here for ?

I m preparing the small report of the workshop will be up by tonight :D.

shortest blog !!

thts it !! its over

dont read this post !!

Plz don’t read this.

Come on da !! m telling ya , u’ll find nothing in it.

You are not listening to me. I swear, there’s nothing in this post.

Still you are reading. Is it that hard to understand what I am saying.

See, still not listening. Ok go ahead waste your time.

Why should I care bout it ? look I am not saying anything. But you !! you are continuously reading this piece of mud.

Well I lost, I cant convince you. It is impossible to convince you. Hey, is there any one who can make this chap stop reading this .

no one !! hunn ???

Ok enough is enough!! I’ll count till 10 n hope you would have stopped by then.

Start

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

9

10…

Onnnhh !! still there. You are so adamant. What should I do to make u leave reading this post.

Well m not doing any thing.

You go ahead. Keep on reading it.

I m leaving, I wish I would be able to see your face, when you realize that you had wasted your 10 min unnecessarily.

Well I told ya before.

He he he !!!

Take care :p

its raining men !! :D

Today! After 4 months of hard work, we finally made Handa to give us treat. Everything was going well; we had awesome dinner at olive garden with soothing view ;-). Except some minor incidents but that doesn’t matter. And we got 10% discount also!! But, as we came out, a tiny water droplet landed on my cheek. “Hmm.. so its going to rain” I said.

I wish time have stopped at that moment. Coz, just after I finished my sentence Akash made a wish that he wants to see flood once in his life. I didn’t remember the actual words he said, but who cares. The important thing is his wish came true.

Well, some how we managed to get an auto (Getting an auto back to Gachibowli at 10+ and that on a rainy day … oops I mean night, is like getting water in the middle of sahara). We thought our problems are solved but it was the beginning. So we four cursed guys – me, chauhan, keser n handa choose an auto with broken wiper n was been driven by a Telgu guy who doesn’t understand Hindi or English. U might ask why the hack we took such vehicle, well it was night so we didn’t see the wiper (like we check it always), and then money talk is the only language which every one understand, so we didn’t recognize his unawareness of Hindi n also we were in hurry yaar!!.

Then we were on the road, every thing was clear but the front glass of auto. The road view was so blurred that street light and vehicle’s head light were looking no different. And our great great auto vale bhaiya was driving with speed of light (Note:- its just an expression, no one can drive with speed of light because it will break Einstein’s law, and I don’t want be accused of breaking any thing :p) hmm.. where was I, ya! in the auto. Well as I told you we were not able to communicate with that guy, so we were just praying that we could reach our hostel safely, so that we can see face of our beloved Mr. BLN again :p.

So here came, kondapur half of this nightmare is over. Hey rewind rewind rewind !! I guess I forgot some thing. Haan… I saved keser’s head, how may time do I have to tell these kids don’t hang your head out of moving vehicle, its really dangerous, (someone might get hurt if your head hit that poor guy :p) you might not be able to were cap, goggles n all other stuff’s! rite , so be care full next time. Anyways I pulled him in, and pushed chauhan out :D! but that’s a different matter.

Annn… where did I left? Ya! We crossed kondapur n were heading towards out ultimate destination! The way was no cushy. But we were fighting with the winds na na na … storm aaannnn no no no ya cyclones, n were facing the arrows falling from the sky. Every one was tired, they were loosing there strength, handa was about to fall. “Buck up solider ! you r not going to fall, not now not today” I said. And then I came into the form, n took command from that moron driver. And after fighting with lots of troubles, I finally managed to save all of us! Then every one said in one voice: - “ gr8 gr8 @nks has did it again, he saved the day… oops I mean night”

I guess last paragraph went little filmy, well we arrived safely, I missed my meeting, we went to the terrace enjoyed rain and now here I am sneezing, n rubbing my nose. And sitting in front of my pc doing nothing more than wasting my time writing this crap :D.

Well I remember few witty comments of chauhan , forgot to mention :-

1. yaar hande!! Yhe to kaise treat di humko, hum to thik hai, but bhagvan ka pet kharab ho gaya.
2. Hmm.. ab main itna bheeg chukka hoon ki hostel jaa ke do hi cheez mujhe bacha sakti hai ya to daaro ya paaro (yhe comment mere dwara edit ker diya gaya hai is main paroo ki jagah haamare chahete …… ka naam tha :p)!!

Ok then!! Story’s over :D

Dont you think ???

I have just few question for all those who are really willing to do some thing to make government drop its idea of reservation in premier institutes …

1. Do you really think that signing online petition is enough from your side?
2. Do you think our government does care about such thing?
3. Don’t you think we should do some thing to show those morons that we do care about what they are doing to country and specially our future?
4. Don’t you think sitting in our room and giving exercise to our fingers is not enough?
5. Don’t you think silently accepting this would be a great loss for us n our lots of deserving students out there who are waiting for their chance?
6. Don’t you think that we should show them that we are not sleeping?
7. Don't you think that we should not let them play their dirty politics with our futurte?
   

I guess its time for us to join that revolution, before its too late ….

Don’t you think ???

A new but decent logo for IIIT

my innovative work !! hope u like it :)

First encounter with the world!!!

In hindu puranas(“Garunprana” to be more precise) it is mentioned that a baby before being born remembers about his previous life, n talks to god on daily basis.

So, I just thought of narrating his first encounter with the world! Enjoy!!!

“Eeehh!! Whose there? Who’s bugging me at this time of day or night, whatever? It’s time for a short nap. Hey! Come on! Stop pushing me. I am not in a queue for cinema tickets. Stop it! Will you.”

God’s voice, “It’s time son!”

“Time! Time for what?”

God, “Time for you to go out and see the world.”

“aannn! But I don’t want to.”

God, “you have to go.”

“Hey God! Please, don’t do this to me. Hey! Listen, hello! Hello! ….. ohhww baby!”

“ok, ok, ok! Easy mister, careful! Hey, hey, hey! Don’t push so hard! My legs are delicate. You know!

Wow! What is that? Is it white light? Haven’t seen this color since nine months, correct me if I m wrong. It’s too bright. Hey! Does someone have goggles? I am not use this much brightness, you know! “Ray ban” will do? Hey is any one listening to me.

Yakkk! Man I stink! Stink like, like I m covered with ……. Shiiiiiiiitttttt! Oh my god! This is worse than that. Hey u! Ugly uncle! Come one, take me out quickly, and let me take a shower. This is what happens when u doesn’t bath for this long. Nine long months without foment.

Like it was yesterday, when I was driving my car “Too Fast Too Furious” and then Baaaam! And now, I m here, with my head being pulled by an ugliest guy in this universe, and few creepy creatures looking at me, like I m “Master Youda” form “stars wars”.

Wait man! Let me say good bye to my home sweet womb! Oh bye, bye sweetie! I’ll miss you always. U had taken a good care of me. Fed me, protected me, blah, blah ….

Oh! I can’t control my self. Oooaaaahh !! Oooaaahh!! Oooaaahh!! (this is the actual reason, why child cry as soon as they comes out ;)! )

Hey u! Don’t touch my food pipe. Hey u! You, with that knife in hand. I dare you, don’t come near me. This is only source of my energy. Please Stoooooopppppp……!!

Oww boy! What’s happening? I m loosing my memory! What is ssss…sssssssss …. Ga…gaa…..goo…..goo….goo…..! Oooaaahh !! Oooaaahh!! Oooaaahhh!! ”

Doctor, “Congratulation! Madam! Or should I say mom?”