The Time Warp

Hey All,

Here is a small lil poem just to highlight the fact how one feels when everything you do is useless, and all you can do is ... NOTHING

There Comes a Time

There comes a time when there is no time,
Who tries to understand how you feel,
When there is nothing good for since ages,
You have been having miseries as your meal.

There comes a time when there is nothing,
You can say you attain,
For all the years you have been on earth,
You have been getting nothing but only pain,

There comes a time when you aspire,
To be recognized in the world,
But people complain you have no trait,
To bring into reality such a word.

There comes a time when you want,
To give vent to all your dreams,
But suddenly you realize nobody has time to listen,
No matter how loud you try to scream.

There comes a time when you dream,
Of flying very high,
But then you feel if you fall,
The only option is to die.


There Comes A Time When There Is No One

The Wonder Years

Since the very inception of this blog is to emulate and describe the life of an engineer, I would like to describe the life in an engineering college, So here goes nothing .....

The 4-year holiday called "engineering"
21 things common to all engg college's :


1) The lecturers ( Some colleges do have lecturers ) don't teach. The students
don't study. The only guy who benefits is the one who owns the 'Dhaba' next to
the college.

2) Rules are made to be broken.

3) Promises are made to be broken.

4) Deadlines are made to be extended ... ALWAYS! After All They are only DEAD -
Lines.

5) The geek's are the most pampered lot during the internal exams.

6) The lab assistants are the most respected people ( i.e. During the lab exams ).

7) The watchmen are the people most bribed.

8) The HOD is the person most respected ( Heights of sycophancy here ).

9) The Principal ( Can be read as Principles also ;-) ) is the person most abused
and insulted ( i.e. At his back ).

10) Dropping subjects is 'KEWL' ( Arre yaar .. Drop the idea of dropping subjects
plzz ).

11) There is always a lecturer ( Re - Read Point 1 For Clarification regarding the
use of this word ) in the college who can't speak proper ' Inglish '.

12) Night-out is the second most important tool to ace the exams.

13) The most important tool .. The Bhramastra .. is the 'Chit' in which the words
can be understood only by the person who wrote them.

14) The Freshers are the most sought after .. be it in the canteen, the 'Free'
periods or for completing the records , assignments.

15) The Second - Years are the ones with the 'I Am The Don-Of-The-College'
feeling.

16) The Third - Years are the ones with the 'So-Many-Backlogs' feeling and the
poor souls get down to studying after bossing around in the college for so long.
But the fun still continues.

17) The Fourth - Years have no connection with the college whatsoever ... with no
interest in ragging, pulling each other's legs, the b'day parties, the b'day
bumps et al which they enjoyed so much till now. All they want is a good
placement and a '1st-class' tag attached to their memo.

19) The first three years are spent in cursing the college, the people there, the
system et al.

20) But towards the end of the fourth year, people tend to feel nostalgic about the
pure un-adulterated fun they have had for 4 years. Now the very system they
disliked, the very canteen they cursed, the time that they spent there, the
b'day bumps they suffered. All these seem like heaven to them.

21) Lastly the realationship that starts as "Ah She Is Just Another Girl" in First
Year, moves on to "She Is Like My Sister Yaar" in the Second Year to "We are
just friends Man" in Third Year ... "I am not Serious About Her" in Final Year
and Finally ends in a Marriage in about 5 years time ( i.e. If not interrupted by
another sigh of "She Was my sister TOO Last Year" by a close friend, say
your room mate)

The Great Indian 'RIDE'

Driving in Bangalore / India

I Have Been in this 'City Of Gardens' for the past 3 months, and it sure has helped me a lot, especially in the matter of physical fitness, I have lost about 15 kgs of weight without moving a muscle, and I truly believe that if I go on to patent this technology, it sure would make me a millionaire for there are teeming billions out there who wanna loose that extra flab without going that extra mile. Now comes the best part ... The Secret of my health ... Tan ta tan ... 'Bangalore Roads' and the love and care Mr. Dharam Singh (Karnatakas' Chief Minister) has shown. You take a one hour ride in any of the local buses and I can guarantee that you would be less atleast 750 grams if not more. Don't believe me??? Well try it for yourself and while you do, there would be some of you who would not be ready to go catch that 'Healthy Bus' so you guys read on .... it is hilarious..

'For the benefit of every Tom, Dick and Harry visiting India and daringto drive on Indian roads, I am offering a few hints for survival. They are applicable to every place in India except Bihar, where life outside a vehicle is only marginally safer. Indian road rules broadly operate within the domain of karma where you do your best, and leave the results to your insurance company. The hints are as follows:

Do we drive on the left or right of the road? The answer is "both". Basically you start on the left of the road, unless it is occupied. In that case, go to the right, unless that is also occupied. Then proceed by occupying the next available gap, as in chess, basically trying to ride on what is 'left' of the road. Just trust your instincts, ascertain the direction, and proceed. Adherence to road rules leads to much misery and occasional fatality. Most drivers don't drive, but just aim their vehicles in the generally intended direction.

Don't you get discouraged or underestimate yourself except for a belief in reincarnation; the other drivers are not in any better position. Don't stop at pedestrian crossings just because some fool wants to cross the road. You may do so only if you enjoy being bumped in the back.

Pedestrians have been strictly instructed to cross only when traffic is moving slowly or has come to a dead stop because some minister is in town. Still some idiot may try to wade across, but then, let us not talk ill of the dead.

Blowing your horn is not a sign of protest as in some countries. We horn to express joy, resentment, frustration, romance and bare lust (two brisk blasts), or just mobilize a dozing cow in the middle of the bazaar. Keep informative books in the glove compartment. You may read them during traffic jams, while awaiting the chief ministers' motorcade, or waiting for the rainwater to recede when over ground traffic meets underground drainage.

Occasionally you might see what looks like a UFO with blinking colored lights and weird sounds emanating from within. This is an illuminated bus, full of happy pilgrims singing bhajans. These pilgrims go at breakneck speed, seeking contact with the Almighty, often meeting with success.

Auto Rickshaw (Baby Taxi): The result of a collision between a rickshaw and an automobile, this three-wheeled vehicle works on an external combustion engine that runs on a mixture of kerosene oil and creosote. This triangular vehicle carries iron rods, gas cylinders or passengers three times its weight and dimension, at an unspecified fare. After careful geometric calculations, children are folded and packed into these auto rickshaws until some children in the periphery are not in contact with the vehicle at all. Then their school bags are pushed into the microscopic gaps all round so those minor collisions with other vehicles on the road cause no permanent damage. Of course, the peripheral children are charged half the fare and also learn Newton's laws of motion enroute to school. Auto-rickshaw drivers follow the road rules depicted in the film Ben Hur, and are licensed to irritate.

Mopeds: The moped looks like an oil tin on wheels and makes noise like an electric shaver. It runs 30 miles on a teaspoon of petrol and travels at break-bottom speed. As the sides of the road are too rough for a ride, the moped drivers tend to drive in the middle of the road; They would rather drive under heavier vehicles instead of around them and are often "mopped" off the tarmac.

Leaning Tower of Passes: Most bus passengers are given free passes and during rush hours, there is absolute mayhem. There are passengers hanging off other passengers, who in turn hang off the railings and the overloaded bus leans dangerously, defying laws of gravity but obeying laws of surface tension. As drivers get paid for overload (so many Rupees per kg of passenger), no questions are ever asked. Steer clear of these buses by a width of three passengers.

One-way Street: These boards are put up by traffic people to add jestin their otherwise drab lives. Don't stick to the literal meaning and proceed in one direction. In metaphysical terms, it means that you cannot proceed in two directions at once. So drive as you like, in reverse throughout, if you are the fussy type. Least I sound hypercritical; I must add a positive point also. Rash and fast driving in residential areas has been prevented by providing a "speedbreaker"; Two for each house. This mound, incidentally, covers the water and drainage pipes for that residence and is left un-tarred for easy identification by the corporation authorities, should they want to recover the pipe for year-end accounting.

Night driving on Indian roads can be an exhilarating experience for those with the mental make up of Genghis Khan. In a way, it is like playing Russian roulette, because you do not know who amongst the drivers is loaded. What looks like premature dawn on the horizon turns out to be a truck attempting a speed record. On encountering it, just pull partly into the field adjoining the road until the phenomenon passes.

Our roads do not have shoulders, but occasional boulders. Do not blink your lights expecting reciprocation. The only dim thing in the truck is the driver, and with the peg of illicit arrack (alcohol) he has had at the last stop, his total cerebral functions add up to little more than a naught. Truck drivers are the James Bonds of India, and are licensed to kill. Often you may encounter a single powerful beam of light about six feet above the ground. This is not a super motorbike,but a truck approaching you with a single light on, usually the left one. It could be the right one, but never get too close to investigate. You may prove your point posthumously.'

A Night on The Roof Top

5 years ago, I met my best friend (I did not know then that he would be the one I would call my closest friend), Aman. One night we were sitting on the roof of his aprtment, 5 floors above ground level. The night was cold and clear (Means no pollution). Bright stars were peeking at us from the dark canopy of clouds. A chilly november breeze was slashing at my face and I loved the sensation of that cold which I could feel, deep till my bones. I loved that moment and I wish I could go back to it right now. As we sat there sipping on our "screw drivers", we discussed life,

Life, interesting word. Wonder why I keep on coming back to it, can't seem get it out of my mind, but then again, it's everything, isn't it? Ever wonder why we are born? What is it that we are supposed to do? And what is it that drives us to live the life that we have been so generously granted by the Almighty (or so believe the believers). You are born, you live, you die, the circle continues, one goes, 2 more come, and the population keeps on increasing, but who cares? We are all, in the words of Floyd, "just another brick in the wall". The point I am trying to raise here is not that I am some big philosopher or something like that, it is that what should be the ultimate aim of a person in life? Should it be to make it big in life (then what about those who succeed in becoming nothing at all), or should it be to just live it as it comes at the whims of those who do make it big.

And this was the essence of our conversation. Now, 5 years later, we both will once again have the chance to dwell upon our lives and try to understand where we went wrong? (Or did we?)