Chottu Chai Pine Jayega???

Released!! Yes I have been released from my project since 2-3 days. Now I have a huge amount of time to kill, time to think, time to sleep ,time to talk and time to reflect. When I was in project I was always secretly thinking of getting released from my "Support" project. I am happy that I got  released from that work which takes you no-where, teaches you some age old technology and  makes you a puppet in the hands of client. All my team mates used to joke that if someday water is not going to come in the taps of our client then they will go ahead and raise a ticket for that also. Thank God I am out of it. But this post is not about my cribbings, its about my Team mates with whom I have not taken tea for 2-3 days.

Yes I miss my team a lot. Its the best any one can have. Some of the veterans of I.T. industry have worked with me and I got a full hands-on experience of  how to build and mould a team from my seniors. While sipping tea in kiosks outside our office, these people are more than friends and in these informal sessions they have taught me a lot about the subtle nuances of life. A bond has formed between us from which I dont want to get released ever. We have had a lot of brain storming sessions on various topics during these tea and cigarrete sessions. All the members of this "Fracture gang"(read as my team mates) participate in this brain storming session everyday and try to get a conclusion on very ambigous, off-the-shelf topics. Topics range from everyday news to conceiving a child to Gods knows what....

This kind of bonding benefits everyone in the team. It acts like a support system when you need a break from your daily chores.It gives you a way to connect with people of different mind sets and having different perceptions.You can fall back on this support system at times of need and there is assurance that help will come from someone or the other. Our team is not based on the project we work on or the language we speak or religion/region we belong to or the technology in which individuals work or the sports we love to play. This thing helps you in more ways than you can imagine. It extends your network far beyond the reach of a single individual. It helps to bring out the frustration of individuals and this in turn helps that person in staying stress free which is considered to be indispensible in this corporate life style and is mother of various health ailments. The best part is you can share your joy and celebrate with all the members. Whether its an upcoming birthday or marraige ceremony or transformation from husband to father, we all know whom to inform first.

This blog will remain incomplete if I do not mention the stalwarts of my "Fracture gang".
1. Krishna Kumar Upadhyay
2. Saswata Banerjee
3. Bishan Samaddar
4. Chinmaya Purohit
5. Alekh Singh
6. Premanayagam V
7. Krishnendu Saha
8. Tridib Chakraborty
9. Biswanath Majee
10. Samrat Dutta
11. Santhana Rajgopalan
12. Soumya Deb
13. Neeraj Chowdhury
14. Manishankar Singh(Obviously I need to stay in this list even though I am not as good as these above mentioned guys.)

Hope we all will stay in touch with each other. I will end this with a quote from Shawshank Redemption movie....

Tare Zameen par

Recently i had gone to Cuttack for getting the PIN of my new ATM card.On my way back on a bus to Bhubaneswar,i was SmSing one of my friend and i heard something. Something mesmerizing!!! It gave me immense joy and my mind went back to my childhood days down the memory lane. It was the sound of the whistle which only a "Bus helper" can do with his whistle. Can u readers recognize that.
Yes that sound.I heard it from another bus which drove past us. My mind started to recall when i had heard it for the first time.That was when i was a very young child and was travelling with my father and mother to Talcher in a bus.I would ask every single thing to him which i didn't knew at that tender age.My father would describe them to me. This "whistle sound" was such a story which my father had described to me. "It is usually blown by the bus helper to inform the driver of bus about the traffic and any fellow passenger who is interested to go for a ride ", as told by my father at that young age.These memories are like pearls which don't come to your mind so easily unless you are awestruck by something really heart touching.
After around 16 years I heard that sound and for a moment i was just stunned by it.Now we are all grown up and don't find time to talk with our parents because we are busy .Busy for every single excuse that our mind can think of... Oh god please make me that innocent child and let me cherish those days of innocence again. Days when you could pull your fathers mustache,days when you would sleep listening to stories told by your grand mother and days when you would throw your bags after coming from school and run to play cricket with your siblings. As i have grown old,my desires have changed. But this time it is a sincere request to you Lord. Can you just reverse the time cycle lord,so that i can enjoy those small things and be truly happy again.
I miss my childhood and my early school days........

MY COOLAGE DAYS-1

Well Friends this is a continuation of my HAPPY DAYS(i know you are murmuring that song of Happy DAYs movie......).I will try to take you through a not-so-short trip in to 2nd and 3rd year of my Engineering....Well to be frank with you all dont expect me to open up all the stuffs.

My 2nd year started with a very cool classroom filled with complete strangers.I was excited to see some old faces and quite a good amount of new faces(girls mostly.......). I decided to sit with Debashish(who had changed his branch from electrical to ours) towards the last bench.We had been roomates in 1st year and so it was obvious we enjoyed each others company a lot(dat was going to change shortly.......).I had shifted from "mahek mess" to a nearby mess with my friend Shubankar(another B.C...no friends not dat.....B.C. means Branch Change).First few days in the new mess was full of masti,fun and laughter with Subhankar.Then came the harder part(I dont think this is a good place to discuss that stuff....).

In the class,I was unable to remember the names of our girls except Manisha Mishra(she prefers to be called MM for obvoius reasons).She had secured a very good CG in the previous semester(pleasse friends dont ask how much..we cant score such high marks...).I also recognised some other faces like Abhishek Paricha(Mr Hero),Manoj Jena(Secretary......),Abhijeet Rout(my childhood friend),Pallisri Roy(my friend from Ravenshaw 1st year),Pallavi Dhanuka,Sujit Baral(The Silent killer...).

Soon i realised that sitting in last bench and being called a backbencher wont satisfy me and I had to move forward.I sat with Abhisekh panda in 3rd bench.Soon i made friendship with Manoj.He was there with me anytime and anyplace(this irritated me in the beginning but later i got used to it and now we are very good friends).Then i introduced my new friends with old friends and we started to mix up.I remember 1 day when i asked a series of question to Sushree mam(she is the mam who remembered everyones name and redg. number in a jiffy),a boy from my backside got irritated and asked me to stop.This was Subhasish Dutta(Xcess power bestowed upon him) .He had with him Shasank(who has a problem with oriya),Siddharth Pal(Hum uski POOJA karte hain),Saswat Patra(Intelligent from the beginning).How can i forget Stithapragnya Mishra(Rab-Ne-Bana-Di-Jodi ya fir Ghajini....... ).

At that time I was too serious for studies(yes go ahead and call me a geek....i wont mind).After first internal,when marks of a particular paper was declareed,i asked Manisha how much she scored out of sheer curiosity and the look she gave back was furious (I stiil dont know

why she behaves that way... may b thats her way to treat classmates..never mind).Then i came to know that she is the epitome of reserved and traditional girl who will not even share a water bottle with her friends.Well no hard feelings though...

One day,Manoj inquired me about a girl having regd. no. 19 .Some senior staying in Manojs mess was a friend of this girls elder sister in C.V.Raman College.This was non other than Ankita Samal(The persuader to write this blog!! and my very good friend).At that time,we were complete strangers and i had not recognised her once in class(at that time almost a month and half had passed).After Manoj's query,we waited for the roll call and that was the first time i marked her. A lot of water has passed since then under the brigde of friendship.Now we are very good friends.

Lets go inside our DEC laboratory.The labs were good but not satisfactory to us.Sabya,Rajesh,Kiran and me were the group mates in this lab.We always frowned upon the group of Sujit baral,Silpa mohanty and co.They used to finish every assignment in a matter of seconds(...actually they took minutes....) and this was what we were unable to accept(this is because you cannot complete an experiment in a jiffy if you have not manipulated with the experiment ...).I would some times cross check Sujit and Silpa's copy for my satisfaction.But they were honest guys(...atleast that was what we know till now..). Sujit and Silpa are B.C. also.Sujit is a man of few words and Silpa is best friend (actually the only good friend) of Manisha.

Some how with friends and masti we finished dat semester.I was experiencing old feelings..way past from school days.Then in between we had a section makeover and people got transferred from sec A to B and vice verse.Again new friends and new expressions. but this time we had made good friends circle.Sabya,chandan,manoj,rajesh had become the habitual faces with whom i used to interact.A new group consisting of myself ,Sabya,Manoj,Ankita and Sweta had also started. It was gaining momentum and i was going berserk....Some how we transited to 3rd year.

This time i saw many changes in myself. I had a horrible tumult with Ankita ..but that was opening of a stronger and more faithful friendship with her. After that we avoided each other for somedays on the face..(but hona toh kuch aur hi tha.....)Sabyasachi got us going together again and after that ALL IZZ WELL with our friendship.(...Saal bhar we had masti,humesha silpa ke naam main PJ banate the and usko sunate the net pe chatting ke time...Silpa ke saath toh aaj bhi mera 36 ka ankda hai..)Hey Silpa,that was for masti yaar.Dont mind.U have given us a lot of laughing stuff.We owe that to you.

Manoj.... bhaijaan toh abhi tak 1st year waali ke gum main the.....par achanak ek din phone aaya raat ko and manoj says that he has proposed some junior.(..Sach batao manoj kya piya tha uss din evening ko..he is not a boozer guys...) Manoj was passing sleepless nights in his new found love and we were there to tease him and encourage him.He still has that post-new-found-love symptom sometimes....He is realy a very good friend and a good person as well.

Sweta ...well she is lucky girl i should say and she is always busy with her phone.She is a kind of girl who never has any tension except for her mobile-wala[:)]. She is very ambitious and she is going to reach places some day in future.Mobile wale bhaiyaji se bhi usne milwaya apne Birthday pe.He is a very down to earth guy.Sweta pls check battery charge of your phone...

Ankita...where should i start about her.She is my very good friend and she has taught me a lot on lot of things and we have a very good rapport on and off the class. She is a girl who will stand by your side at bad times if you happen to be her good friend.She can and has sacrificed a lot to keep friendship and i have respect for her truely(...Baki usko bhi mobile ke symptoms aate hain ..)

Sabyasachi...We call him BAPA for fun because of his silhouette...He has turned from angry young man to a good friend of mine.He has always been my motivator...pyar,padhai,campus kuch bhi ho he knows how to extract the pearl.His favorite pass time is listening to songs in his lappy with lights closed and he has this passion of writing. (Kisiko biographer chahiye toh abhi se book karwa lo..fir mat kehna ki cost cutting karwa de yaar...).

Chandan...he is my spiritual guru.(actually he is the coder of our group..)humare group main wohi sabse accha code likhta hai.Code uska nasha hai and passion bhi.Dost google dur nahin ab.

Tujhe yaahan nahin IIT ya fir IIIT main hona chahiye.We call him china for fun and he eats too little.Pata nahin kab apna hi ek company khol de .

Baki 4rth year ki baatein i will be telling in my next blog....To be continued........

tRaNsFoRmAtIoN

I have crossed my teenage so I wonder how i have transformed from the kid next door to a 3rd year Engineering student.Hmmmmmmm lets start from the beginning.....

1. When i was very young i used to run in the agana of our home and watch the aeroplanes flying in the sky.Something in me wanted to fly in the skys.So i told this thing to my parents and they asked me," do u want to become a pilot?".I said yes.
   
2. When i was 9-10 years old i thought of becoming a underwater diver and discover the Ocean world(and who can forget the Mermaids.... ).
3. When i grew a little older i thought of joining NASA and going on a maiden space travel(i thought that was the closest thing to become a SuperMan.....float in air...u must have seen on Discovery Channel).
4. When i was in tenth class,i wanted to become a Nuclear scientist(i dont know why but i had heard from someone that they are the most knowledgeable persons on this earth....).
5. In +2 ,I thought a lot about spirituality and thought of running away from my house once i get a GURU(i can hear a giggling from ur side...).
6. During Preparation Time,i thought of becoming a successful Business Person.
7. In the 1st year of Engineering,i got call from SSB interview of AirForce(this was becoz i had given a NDA exam.....).So i went to MYsore (leaving my 1st internals....at that time internal was like semesters.....)in the hope to fly a Sukhoi/MIG(.....par hamare liye toh kuch aur hi likha gaya tha....).After 7 days of free stay in Mysore BAse,i was sent back....
8. In the 2nd year,i thought of becoming a Software Engineer in some big organisation like GOOGLE,MICROSOFT......

Now i am in 3rd year and i am thinking of higher studies(but i am thoroughly confused over it.....).I don't know how days became months and months transformed into years.But one thing that remained and is still continuing is this constant desire::::Desire for fun,for fame ,for acheivement,for huge amount of money and what not(Do u think i have missed out something in the list??????).

The Doctrine of relaxing Tension

I had a nice cake session with my close friends (you know how they apply cake all over your face.......and make you look like a alien....)
(Well i had never expected that i will be celebrating my Birthday with such fervor and that too for two days(one according to date and other according to Oriya Tithi).
Dont think that this comes for free.It has its usual birthday bumps(If u get that from Preetam ,Debashish , Kumarendu ,Siddhartha,Shudhanshu then u know what i have been through....).
The next day was time to party.One could feel the aroma of CHICKEN being prepared by master chef Debashish.
Since i am a veggy so Amit and me decided to go for mushrooms and paneer.
I got a T-Shirt(THEY CALL ME THE SEEKER),a Partywear Shirt(I GOT LOTS OF COMPLIMENTS FOR THIS FROM MY FRIENDS) , a Deo(REFRESHING AND SMOOTH) and The bEsT Book(IT HELPS ME A LOT IN MUNCHING NEW WORDS) as gift from my friends.
This didnt end here.I gave exclusive party to some of my close friends in a clandestine place.But someone awaited very eagerly by my freinds didnt showup because of his shy and anonymous nature.
This day also helped to ease out tension between old friends and begin a new chapter.
Well i still have some party left(ICEcream yaar...how can i forget that).
STATUTARY WARNING:-THIS DAY CAN DIG A HOLE IN YOUR POCKET.

The First Day when i took my first step

Well the very first day was quite a memorable one. I had stepped out of my home for the very first time and was staying in a mess full of strangers(who have become my very good friends) .
I remember the morning very clearly not because it was my first day but because the water pump had given up and we all had to go to college without having a bath.Then there was this constant fear of being ragged by seniors.So we were moving in groups (but with our uniform which had the worse color combination ever..................). We had not even walked a few meters from our mess that a senior stopped us in the middle of the road and started commenting on our belts,dress and everything else he could put his hands upon.
Then i had to attend a class full of Boys and 5 girls which was completely different from what i had expected by watching movies(sari sundar ladkiyonn ko  sec-A mein daal diya tha.........).Every face was completely new and some were looking more like an undertaker than a engineering student.Sabyasachi who is one of ma close friends now was sitting towards the last bench and his eyes were burning with some kind of fire that i still cannot explain.From his looks i thought he would smash everybody who will come in his path.
I decided to take a sit with my friends of +2 Rajesh(The mathematics genius from Ravenshaw college),Dibas(The Singer who has the capability to sing and bring a national award if he is given a chance).But frankly they had never been my very close friends in +2.One thing that life teaches u is constant learning. After one class i was standing outside my class room 124.A thin guy from our class( who thought that i wont be able to recognize him in informals) came towards me and picked me from my shirt color and started to rag me.I welcomed him with a nice oriya phrase(well i dont want to be explicit on that*****U can understand what a Engineering student is supposed to say**** ).Who would imagine that within a span of 1 year he would become one of my close friends.Yes he was Chandan(one of the best programmer you can find).Still i was not comfortable with my classes and my friends(especially Biswajit(ENTC) in the beginning).I thought he was a tout(because of his silly jokes) in the beginning,but gradually he became a very close friend of mine and i realized that sometimes the first impression of a person may not be the actual one.
Then i came from college to my mess where some of the mess mates had still not arrived from their homes.My roommates were Debashish and Siddhartha(whom we all know by the name Raja).Both of them were from Rajgangpur,OCL.They were the ones who showed me how to face this selfish world.I am very thankfull to GOD for giving me such friends from the beginning of my career.My first impression on Debashish was that he doesnt care for anyone except for his own but then I came to know his real self.He just maintains such an image to do his "KHELA..." but in heart he is the guy who will do anything to help his friends(until and unless there is no clash of ideas which can be ,literally speaking, deadly for the other person).
And How can we forget Raja...He was one of the handsome guy in our mess.He had always an aura of deep_complete_silence surrounding him with occasional(i should say always....) glaring glitches of stupidity(just kidding yaar) which will make u laugh till ur stomach aches in pain.In our mess we had other members also.They were Subhankar(well no comments from my side but my friends call him BHALU becoz of his hairs on the body),Bikash(The short tempered guy),Kiran(The silent but steady friend),Bishnu(The born talented guy in Chips and electronics),Banoj(One guy with straight talks ),Amit(The lover BOy),Sudhanshu(The most humble guy of our mess), and Sandeep(the guy who went to NDA after 1st year).We also had 2 seniors :-Sunny Bhaiya(The Turbanator) and Amit bhai(Mr Sonu Nigam....).
Well on the next day we all went to class as usual and we had a chemistry lab.Our Malabika madam had some paper work to do.So she asked us to remember each others name rather than working on our experiments.This was the first time i came to know about a lot of persons by their name.Gunjan for example who is one my close friends was introduced with me in this session.He seems to be a guy with few words.But very few know that for expressing his thoughts he uses his Brush rather than words(yes he is a painter).I am forgetting another 2 names here.They are Rochak(The Don of hostel) and Ashutosh(the guy who always comes late into the class).I had other close friends also like Sidhartha(Electrical),Paritosh(electrical) ,Amarjeet(Electrical),Deepak(Electrical),Biswajit_the most handsome guy (Electrical),Ajay(Mechanical),Arun(Computers),Sidhartha(ENTC),
Patitapaban(ENTC),Parthasarathi(ENTC),KaliPrasad(Mech) and many more.Well you must be wondering where are those girls...Well they were also present(u guys should have patience....)Nupur(she has a great ability of defending her stand on anything),Priti(Well she was the only decent girl of our section D......well i can see anger in the face of other girls of our section),Sucharita(My friend from Ravenshaw college),Suchitra(She was a bit reserved kind of girl),Parimita(Well i dont know about her much),Adyasha(A good girl from my home town).
We had a lots of fun during the first year including a picnic trip to Narayani and Chilika.We also had some serious issues when 5-6 of us (that includes me also)were taken by "Sarap sir" to his cabin for putting proxy in attendance.We were literally giving mock excuses to avert a black dot.But somehow we were only given a warning,some nice scoldings and a notice addressed to our parents(a good deal against a black dot....hahaha).After coming out of his chamber we had become famous in no time( as our names along with our registration numbers were being posted in the notice boards with warnings issued to us).
Oh you are wondering who am I........... I am Mani.We all read in a institute whose specialization is in imparting education and research in all feilds(If u r intelligent enough you will be able to get the name of our Institute).