Interviewer: Tell me about yourself
Candidate: I am doing mechanical engineering from the country’s most prestigious institute. I have no interest in academics, and my poor cgpa bears testimony to that. My poor attendance record shows that while my other batchmates were wasting their time inside classrooms listening to boring lectures, I was busy planting crackers in toilets and in headmaster’s office. I am intolerant towards others’ opinions and have a destructive mindset. While all my classmates went into sectors such as core, finance and consultancy, I had always been unsure about my field of interest. Until, of course, I came to know of this opening. I think I am a perfect fit for this line of career.
Interviewer: Can you give some examples to explain your personality traits?
Candidate: There are many. The other day, during a discussion, when I said that Mughlai Kabaab is the most delicious dish and one of friends disagreed with that, I was taken over by so much rage that I pounced upon him and kept thrashing him with my hockey stick until he fell in line with my opinion. I am a bigot and get infuriated when someone disagrees with my opinions. I am an efficient leader and have lead huge mobs to boycott classes until various demands were not met.
Interviewer: What are your skill sets that may be of use to our organisation?
Candidate: From what I’ve read in the news, your organisation is at the forefront of a technological boom. You have the nuclear technology and are looking to use it for making nuclear bombs. You’re always looking for methods to breach the security. I think I can apply my technological skills to these areas. Also, any operation requires a lot of planning and strategic thinking, and people at my college are famous for having superior analytical skills. As listed in my extra-curricular activities, I have participated in a number of brawls and have even been suspended from college after being repeatedly caught for cheating. I am a daring and a confident person. My skill sets would bring a lot of value to the organisation.
Interviewer: Why do you want to work for us?
Candidate: Working with your organisation entails everything that my dream job consists of. There is a lot of prestige associated with working for your organisation – both inside and outside the workplace. People address you as Bhai respectfully inside the organisation, and anywhere outside the very mention of being associated with such an organisation would command tremendous fear.
At your organisation, one gets to work in various places around the globe – from the advanced countries in America and Europe to the lovely mountains in Kandahar and Pakistan. Unlike most other companies that require you to wear uncomfortable formal clothing everyday, one gets to wear a variety of clothing – from tatty clothing during military training to smart clothing during a recce - at your organisation. Because of having to use multiple identities, one gets to experiment a lot with one’s looks – from a completely tonsured and shaven look, to a funky spikes and a goatee, to sporting a wig and a beard. One gets to meet a number of people as well.Huge sums of money obtained from operations such as selling illegal drugs and extortion from film producers and politicians ensures a lavish standard of living.
In all, I like the the work-life balance at your organisation.
Interviewer: Do you realise that there is a perpetual bond with the organisation and that the working conditions are tough?
Candidate: Yes, I know that one can only leave the world forever, but can never leave this organisation. Also, I am aware of the fact that terms such as getting "fired" and a "deadline" are taken literally. And, during this time of recession, companies are already delaying offer letters, making employees sign four-year long bonds, cutting employee strength and what not. Working at any company these days is stressful and there are few people who are actually happy with their job. Companies these days are making their employees work for twelve hours a day, six days a week and sometimes night shifts too. I don’t mind working at erratic work timings or the stringent criterion at work at your organisation because I’d enjoy whatever I do.
Interviewer: Doesn’t the negative public image about the organisation bother you?
Candidate: Not at all. Every government and every major corporation these days indulges in foul play. They swindle people of their hard-earned money and hardly bother about people’s lives. It’s all a matter of image projection through the credulous media. I admire the fact that your organisation is against creating false perceptions among people.
Interviewer: You’ve no prior knowledge about our religious beliefs.
Candidate: That’s my forte. I have managed to pass a lot of courses by rote learning at the eleventh hour before the exam. From the weirdest of topics such as bioprocess technology to linear algebra, I have been able to cram them all at short notice. I will certainly be able to learn the various abstruse religious texts by heart.
Interviewer: Is there anything that you’d like the ask us?
Candidate: I have been eager to know if the company allows flexibility in terms of switching between back-office work of designing strategies for attacks and on-the-field missions such as blowing up state properties or hijacking airplanes?
Interviewer: Sure. Congratulations, you’re now one of us.
(This blog post was a consequence of the discussion I had with my wingmates last night about the placement scenario)
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
The last message
He had first seen Rituparna in the Aeromodelling club. She was the only girl among freshies who had joined the club. Thanks to their googlegroup, he managed to get hold of her email id and they started chatting on the internet. And after the internet got disconnected, they would talk for hours through the night on the phone. Ritu was outspoken not even least bit conservative; she had lived in the US till eleven years of age. She still had a American touch to her english accent, which he used to find cute. He used to admire the fact the she was still well versed in hindi.
After a fortnight or so, they decided to go out for dinner. It was 7.30 p.m. and he was waiting for her outside her hostel. He remembered every minute detail about that evening. She was wearing a black halter neck dress and was looking stunning. He could not take her eyes off her while she was walking out of her hostel towards him.
‘Hey. Let’s go?’, she had asked.
‘ Oh ya, ya’, he had stammered.
She had bursted out laughing at this, and his heart melted in an instant.
They went to Simply Sumptuous and got along really well. She giggled at each of his jokes, and he used to love that. And when she started talking about her favourite cartoon series, she went on and on. He didn’t mind that at all because he got an oppurtunity to get lost in her beautiful eyes during that time. They returned to their college around 10.30 pm and parted to their respective hostels. He had barely reached the door of his room when his phone beeped. ‘1 message received’- it said.
He opened the messaged anxiously and it read – ‘I had a wonderful time. Thanks x’. He beamed.
She got a friend request from an unfamiliar id – rahul.superkool - one day. He told her he had seen her at the Aeromodelling club. Guys in this college are desperate, she had thought, but atleast unlike the other guys who were too scared to muster courage to talk to her, this guy had atleast tried to contact her. Even the girls in her hostel used to stay aloof from her. She didn’t know why, and didn’t even try to make an effort to be friends with them. She found this very bizarre because she had always had a huge friend circle, and some of her best friends were guys.
She started chatting with him and soon they became good friends. Then one day, when he suggested that they went out for dinner, she ageed instantly.
She saw him standing outside her hostel waiting for him. He was dressed garishly. Who wears a bright silver shirt to a dinner? - she wondered. He was even quixotic enough to give her a red rose tucked in his back-pocket.
Apart from the few jokes and the small talk that he attempted, she felt the conversation was pretty one-sided. She had little interest in knowing about his favourite footballer or his most adventurous trek ever. However, his good sense of humour made up for his poor dressing sense and under-confidence. She thought of him to be a nice guy but surely he wasn’t boyfriend- material. Upon returning to her room, she messaged him courteously saying that she had a good time. Not even ten seconds later, her phone beeped.
The message read – ‘I had d best time of my lyf :D u’re amazing n v pretty. Hey I think I’ve feelings towards u’. She was stunned.
Today Rahul, who is a few days away from passing out of college, laughed out loudly when he remembered those days and thought how naïve he was.
And Ritu, who was yet to make any good friends in college, wondered whether she should’ve chided him and terminated her relationship with him after that last message.
After a fortnight or so, they decided to go out for dinner. It was 7.30 p.m. and he was waiting for her outside her hostel. He remembered every minute detail about that evening. She was wearing a black halter neck dress and was looking stunning. He could not take her eyes off her while she was walking out of her hostel towards him.
‘Hey. Let’s go?’, she had asked.
‘ Oh ya, ya’, he had stammered.
She had bursted out laughing at this, and his heart melted in an instant.
They went to Simply Sumptuous and got along really well. She giggled at each of his jokes, and he used to love that. And when she started talking about her favourite cartoon series, she went on and on. He didn’t mind that at all because he got an oppurtunity to get lost in her beautiful eyes during that time. They returned to their college around 10.30 pm and parted to their respective hostels. He had barely reached the door of his room when his phone beeped. ‘1 message received’- it said.
He opened the messaged anxiously and it read – ‘I had a wonderful time. Thanks x’. He beamed.
She got a friend request from an unfamiliar id – rahul.superkool - one day. He told her he had seen her at the Aeromodelling club. Guys in this college are desperate, she had thought, but atleast unlike the other guys who were too scared to muster courage to talk to her, this guy had atleast tried to contact her. Even the girls in her hostel used to stay aloof from her. She didn’t know why, and didn’t even try to make an effort to be friends with them. She found this very bizarre because she had always had a huge friend circle, and some of her best friends were guys.
She started chatting with him and soon they became good friends. Then one day, when he suggested that they went out for dinner, she ageed instantly.
She saw him standing outside her hostel waiting for him. He was dressed garishly. Who wears a bright silver shirt to a dinner? - she wondered. He was even quixotic enough to give her a red rose tucked in his back-pocket.
Apart from the few jokes and the small talk that he attempted, she felt the conversation was pretty one-sided. She had little interest in knowing about his favourite footballer or his most adventurous trek ever. However, his good sense of humour made up for his poor dressing sense and under-confidence. She thought of him to be a nice guy but surely he wasn’t boyfriend- material. Upon returning to her room, she messaged him courteously saying that she had a good time. Not even ten seconds later, her phone beeped.
The message read – ‘I had d best time of my lyf :D u’re amazing n v pretty. Hey I think I’ve feelings towards u’. She was stunned.
Today Rahul, who is a few days away from passing out of college, laughed out loudly when he remembered those days and thought how naïve he was.
And Ritu, who was yet to make any good friends in college, wondered whether she should’ve chided him and terminated her relationship with him after that last message.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Story [day-3]
I will start a story now and keep adding to it every day.
6 A.M. It was early morning. The cynosure of all the activities was the yellow and green coloured building at the middle of the street. It had been cordoned off by the police. People were peeping out of their windows, gazes fixed at it. An air of anxiety and fear seemed to have engulfed not only everyone but everything in the surroundings. Even the leaves on the trees refused to budge. The eerie silence was sporadically broken by murmurs among the people, standing on the opposite street, discussing and forming opinions from whatever they had come to know.
But, nobody knew much yet. Mr. Sharma, who had called the police, was being questioned by the police and the detectives. He and his wife were sleeping when they were woken up by the shots. But, except the number of shots, which were two, and the time at which they had heard it, which was 3 A.M., neither of them had seen or heard anything which could be of any help to the investigators.
Apart from a couple of isolated incidents of chain snatching, the neighbourhood had so far been by and large peaceful. Parents could allow their children to play on the streets till late in the evening and would even hesitate to double check if they had locked all the doors before sleeping. But, after these horrifying murders, all that would change. As they say in hindi: shaayad kisi ki nazar lagg gayi..
Police, detectives and a medical specialist were examining the scene of crime, taking notes and collecting the objects for fingerprint detection. Photographers were avidly taking photos from every angle and of every nook and corner of the room. One constable was taking notes.
The inside of that house was in perfect order. Prima facie, there was no sign of burglary or forced entry. None of the non-living objects seemed to have been moved or touched for that matter.
The body of the young woman lay on the bed. Two shots had been fired into the eyes and the blood had dried up along the sides of her face and on to the pillow on which her head rested. A huge smile was painted on her face, over her lips, using a red coloured lip stick.
The watchman, who was on the night duty in that building, clearly did not anticipate anything untoward to happen that night. Nor did his low paying and zero perk job warrant him to stay alert throughout the night. He admitted to the police that he had been somnolent most of the times and had even perhaps dozed off for some time.
However, because the street which was largely quiet during the night, he remembered to have woken up twice by the noise of a vehicle passing by. His poor reflexes, helped by the old age, and the high speed of the vehicle prevented him from even noticing what the colour of the vehicle was, or whether it was the same vehicle on both the occasions. He estimated the time of vehicle passing by to be about 1 a.m. and the time difference between the noises to be about half an hour.
Police also spoke to the people living in the building who told them that Ruby had shifted to this house a couple of months back. She lived alone and worked for an IT company. From whatever they had known of her, although she mingled less, she seemed to be gracious and had a twinkly demeanour.
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He was shy and introvert, especially when it came to speaking to the opposite sex. But, it wasn't entirely his fault. He had studied in a boys' school all his life and had little chance of mingling with girls otherwise.
When he joined St. Xaviers' College, he was initially shocked by the skewed sex ratio, which was in the favour of girls. And, there was no dearth of pretty girls either.
In the first year, he was smitten by a girl named Meera. When he saw her during the freshers' orientation, he was naive enough to presume that it was a case of love at first sight. He started paying attention to his hairstyle, his appearance and even got rid of his dark-rimmed spectacles. He made notes and even rehearsed what he would tell her when they first meet.
Meera was going to the library when he accosted her. She stopped and look into his eyes. He got so enamoured by her large and beautiful eyes that he blanked out. He could feel tiny droplets of sweat started oozing out of the pores of his forehead.
He gaped at her for what seemed to be an eternity for him before she asked, 'Hi. Is there something you want to say?'
'Oh. Well. Ummm. Yes. Oh no. No!' was all that he could muster.
'You sure?', she asked.
He stared feeling dizzy and took flight without even answering the question.
When he returned to his room, he punched the wall hard and cursed himself. She must have thought of him as some kind of a nutcase, he thought. But, he promised himself that he would definitely speak to her and apologise for his foolishness the very next day.
Next day, he saw her walking hand in hand with Rajiv. His roommate told him that they were dating. He was crestfallen. For inexplicable reasons, he felt betrayed.
That was it, he thought. After that, he stopped mingling with anybody and even stopped looking at girls. Library became his home and books became his only companion. He returned to his dark-rimmed glasses, unkempt hairstyle and even grew a beard. For the only reason that he topped his class for two years straight, were some girls aware of his existence. But, he was considered to be a nerd and even despised by most of his classmates.
By the end of the second year, most of his classmates had a girlfriend, unless, ofcourse, they had had a breakup very lately. Atleast those who wanted, did.
When Ruby joined their class in the third year as an exchange student, he was unaware that from then on his life would take a ninety degree turn.
to be contd..
6 A.M. It was early morning. The cynosure of all the activities was the yellow and green coloured building at the middle of the street. It had been cordoned off by the police. People were peeping out of their windows, gazes fixed at it. An air of anxiety and fear seemed to have engulfed not only everyone but everything in the surroundings. Even the leaves on the trees refused to budge. The eerie silence was sporadically broken by murmurs among the people, standing on the opposite street, discussing and forming opinions from whatever they had come to know.
But, nobody knew much yet. Mr. Sharma, who had called the police, was being questioned by the police and the detectives. He and his wife were sleeping when they were woken up by the shots. But, except the number of shots, which were two, and the time at which they had heard it, which was 3 A.M., neither of them had seen or heard anything which could be of any help to the investigators.
Apart from a couple of isolated incidents of chain snatching, the neighbourhood had so far been by and large peaceful. Parents could allow their children to play on the streets till late in the evening and would even hesitate to double check if they had locked all the doors before sleeping. But, after these horrifying murders, all that would change. As they say in hindi: shaayad kisi ki nazar lagg gayi..
Police, detectives and a medical specialist were examining the scene of crime, taking notes and collecting the objects for fingerprint detection. Photographers were avidly taking photos from every angle and of every nook and corner of the room. One constable was taking notes.
The inside of that house was in perfect order. Prima facie, there was no sign of burglary or forced entry. None of the non-living objects seemed to have been moved or touched for that matter.
The body of the young woman lay on the bed. Two shots had been fired into the eyes and the blood had dried up along the sides of her face and on to the pillow on which her head rested. A huge smile was painted on her face, over her lips, using a red coloured lip stick.
The watchman, who was on the night duty in that building, clearly did not anticipate anything untoward to happen that night. Nor did his low paying and zero perk job warrant him to stay alert throughout the night. He admitted to the police that he had been somnolent most of the times and had even perhaps dozed off for some time.
However, because the street which was largely quiet during the night, he remembered to have woken up twice by the noise of a vehicle passing by. His poor reflexes, helped by the old age, and the high speed of the vehicle prevented him from even noticing what the colour of the vehicle was, or whether it was the same vehicle on both the occasions. He estimated the time of vehicle passing by to be about 1 a.m. and the time difference between the noises to be about half an hour.
Police also spoke to the people living in the building who told them that Ruby had shifted to this house a couple of months back. She lived alone and worked for an IT company. From whatever they had known of her, although she mingled less, she seemed to be gracious and had a twinkly demeanour.
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He was shy and introvert, especially when it came to speaking to the opposite sex. But, it wasn't entirely his fault. He had studied in a boys' school all his life and had little chance of mingling with girls otherwise.
When he joined St. Xaviers' College, he was initially shocked by the skewed sex ratio, which was in the favour of girls. And, there was no dearth of pretty girls either.
In the first year, he was smitten by a girl named Meera. When he saw her during the freshers' orientation, he was naive enough to presume that it was a case of love at first sight. He started paying attention to his hairstyle, his appearance and even got rid of his dark-rimmed spectacles. He made notes and even rehearsed what he would tell her when they first meet.
Meera was going to the library when he accosted her. She stopped and look into his eyes. He got so enamoured by her large and beautiful eyes that he blanked out. He could feel tiny droplets of sweat started oozing out of the pores of his forehead.
He gaped at her for what seemed to be an eternity for him before she asked, 'Hi. Is there something you want to say?'
'Oh. Well. Ummm. Yes. Oh no. No!' was all that he could muster.
'You sure?', she asked.
He stared feeling dizzy and took flight without even answering the question.
When he returned to his room, he punched the wall hard and cursed himself. She must have thought of him as some kind of a nutcase, he thought. But, he promised himself that he would definitely speak to her and apologise for his foolishness the very next day.
Next day, he saw her walking hand in hand with Rajiv. His roommate told him that they were dating. He was crestfallen. For inexplicable reasons, he felt betrayed.
That was it, he thought. After that, he stopped mingling with anybody and even stopped looking at girls. Library became his home and books became his only companion. He returned to his dark-rimmed glasses, unkempt hairstyle and even grew a beard. For the only reason that he topped his class for two years straight, were some girls aware of his existence. But, he was considered to be a nerd and even despised by most of his classmates.
By the end of the second year, most of his classmates had a girlfriend, unless, ofcourse, they had had a breakup very lately. Atleast those who wanted, did.
When Ruby joined their class in the third year as an exchange student, he was unaware that from then on his life would take a ninety degree turn.
to be contd..
Friday, July 3, 2009
Making Hay while the Gay issue shines
Enough has been said and written of late about the historic High Court judgement on the gay rights issue.
Most people and the media have welcomed the judgement. But, just like every path-breaking law faces an opposition, so must this judgement. Its share of opposition comes from certain perverse hardliners and self-appointed religious guardians who leave no stone unturned to stay in news.
Here are a few of their strong statements and my reactions to them:
Babu Joseph, spokesperson for the Catholic Bishops Conference of India says, "Homosexual relations and groups are advocating a new concept of family which is not self sustaining, not good for the future and the society. We will join other groups voicing similar concerns."
My Reaction: How is it not self-sustaining? Of course it is. Ever heard of adoption? How is it not good for future and the scoiety? Vague. Very Vague. Please get your basics sorted out.
Jamiat-e-Ulema-e-Hind's Maulana Mehmud Madani says, "Homosexuality is Haram (prohibited) and an immoral act. It is unnatural. It is a punishable offence in Shariat. It is against the age old traditions and culture of India and of Islam."
My Reaction: You don't prescribe what is morally correct and what is natural. Courts are there to debate what is morally correct and what is not, and science has established that homosexuality is mostly natural. I don't know much about Islam, but it has been very much there in the 'old traditions and culture of India'. By the way, our country isn't goverened by the Shariat.
Giriraj Kishore, VHP leader, says, "Customs and traditions are broken. It will increase AIDS."
My Reaction: Somebody please send this guy back to school. AIDS can be prevented by safe sex. What does it have to do with the nature of intercourse?
Baba Ramdev says, "Do the people behind this verdict consider homosexuality natural? Is it something they will themselves do? If our parents had been gays, would we have been born? Freedom doesn’t mean licence. Our family system is the only ideal we can show to the world. Sadly, this judgment will end up corrupting it. I will be part of every protest against the judgment.’’
My Reaction: Sir, the answer to your first question is an Absolute Yes. The second question is stupid because if they are homosexuals, they will, else they won't. Easy. The third question is even more stupid. Any Std IX student can answer that. Now, I must ask - Does the law allow only those intercourses which result into birth? No. So, why should homosexuality be banned just because its not reproductive?
Coming to the last part of the reaction, family system is indeed an ideal which we can show to the world but not the Only one. Plus, why cant homosexuals have an 'ideal' family? Having said this, you are welcome to protest it. It's your fundamental right.
Most people and the media have welcomed the judgement. But, just like every path-breaking law faces an opposition, so must this judgement. Its share of opposition comes from certain perverse hardliners and self-appointed religious guardians who leave no stone unturned to stay in news.
Here are a few of their strong statements and my reactions to them:
Babu Joseph, spokesperson for the Catholic Bishops Conference of India says, "Homosexual relations and groups are advocating a new concept of family which is not self sustaining, not good for the future and the society. We will join other groups voicing similar concerns."
My Reaction: How is it not self-sustaining? Of course it is. Ever heard of adoption? How is it not good for future and the scoiety? Vague. Very Vague. Please get your basics sorted out.
Jamiat-e-Ulema-e-Hind's Maulana Mehmud Madani says, "Homosexuality is Haram (prohibited) and an immoral act. It is unnatural. It is a punishable offence in Shariat. It is against the age old traditions and culture of India and of Islam."
My Reaction: You don't prescribe what is morally correct and what is natural. Courts are there to debate what is morally correct and what is not, and science has established that homosexuality is mostly natural. I don't know much about Islam, but it has been very much there in the 'old traditions and culture of India'. By the way, our country isn't goverened by the Shariat.
Giriraj Kishore, VHP leader, says, "Customs and traditions are broken. It will increase AIDS."
My Reaction: Somebody please send this guy back to school. AIDS can be prevented by safe sex. What does it have to do with the nature of intercourse?
Baba Ramdev says, "Do the people behind this verdict consider homosexuality natural? Is it something they will themselves do? If our parents had been gays, would we have been born? Freedom doesn’t mean licence. Our family system is the only ideal we can show to the world. Sadly, this judgment will end up corrupting it. I will be part of every protest against the judgment.’’
My Reaction: Sir, the answer to your first question is an Absolute Yes. The second question is stupid because if they are homosexuals, they will, else they won't. Easy. The third question is even more stupid. Any Std IX student can answer that. Now, I must ask - Does the law allow only those intercourses which result into birth? No. So, why should homosexuality be banned just because its not reproductive?
Coming to the last part of the reaction, family system is indeed an ideal which we can show to the world but not the Only one. Plus, why cant homosexuals have an 'ideal' family? Having said this, you are welcome to protest it. It's your fundamental right.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Heights of absurdity
Soon, our campus will see a addition of a huge number of students.
And, to accomodate them, the previous mess halls of Narmada, Saraswati and Alakananda hostels will be demolished and 64 rooms will be built in its place. Also, an extra third floor will be added with an additional 64 rooms. Which means that soon these hostels will be able to accomodate 360 students from the previous 232 students. A increase of over 50% is not insignificant.
The same small quadrangle and other sporting facilities in the hostel will now be shared by so many people. The mess hall cannot be converted into an Indoor Sports Complex now. The FoosBall table (or/and the Table Tennis Table) will now be crammed into the music room. The thought of living in a densely populated hostel and having to share resources seems awkward and very discomforting.
The only benefit I see right now is that we will gain in various inter-hostel Lit-Soc, Tech-Soc and Schroeter events. Stronger teams and better participation. Although it will take another year for the new rooms to be built and then occupied, our mess roof top is gone which is pretty sad for our wing.
Reservations. Creation of new IITs. I had thought I would be largely unaffected by these insensible Governmental measures before I've passed out of this college. I know it's a bit ego-centric and selfish but today I feel really infuriated.
If the creation of so many new IITs was not enough, the government is now increasing the number of seats in the IITs. If the government has to reform our country's educational system, it should work on basic problems like improving primary education by creating better schooling infastructure, training teachers, making teaching a lucrative job, reducing the dropout rate from schools and revising the curriculum regularly. It should encourage private-public partnership in education. These are just some of the measures that one can think of in a hurry. Its easier to take decisions without enough consulations or groundwork and form committees than to actually work with dedication on ground towards improving the education system. Creating new IITs or increasing the number of seats drastically is only going to reduce their standards. If you increase the number of students, you've got to increase the number of well trained faculty and improve the infrastructure as well. It's neither rocket science, nor complex mathematics. It's common sense, which our government seems to be lacking.
And, to accomodate them, the previous mess halls of Narmada, Saraswati and Alakananda hostels will be demolished and 64 rooms will be built in its place. Also, an extra third floor will be added with an additional 64 rooms. Which means that soon these hostels will be able to accomodate 360 students from the previous 232 students. A increase of over 50% is not insignificant.
The same small quadrangle and other sporting facilities in the hostel will now be shared by so many people. The mess hall cannot be converted into an Indoor Sports Complex now. The FoosBall table (or/and the Table Tennis Table) will now be crammed into the music room. The thought of living in a densely populated hostel and having to share resources seems awkward and very discomforting.
The only benefit I see right now is that we will gain in various inter-hostel Lit-Soc, Tech-Soc and Schroeter events. Stronger teams and better participation. Although it will take another year for the new rooms to be built and then occupied, our mess roof top is gone which is pretty sad for our wing.
Reservations. Creation of new IITs. I had thought I would be largely unaffected by these insensible Governmental measures before I've passed out of this college. I know it's a bit ego-centric and selfish but today I feel really infuriated.
If the creation of so many new IITs was not enough, the government is now increasing the number of seats in the IITs. If the government has to reform our country's educational system, it should work on basic problems like improving primary education by creating better schooling infastructure, training teachers, making teaching a lucrative job, reducing the dropout rate from schools and revising the curriculum regularly. It should encourage private-public partnership in education. These are just some of the measures that one can think of in a hurry. Its easier to take decisions without enough consulations or groundwork and form committees than to actually work with dedication on ground towards improving the education system. Creating new IITs or increasing the number of seats drastically is only going to reduce their standards. If you increase the number of students, you've got to increase the number of well trained faculty and improve the infrastructure as well. It's neither rocket science, nor complex mathematics. It's common sense, which our government seems to be lacking.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
An attempt at sensationalism: Z and J
Disclaimer: It's a filthy work of fiction filled with fabrication of facts. I have all due respect for both the protagonists. Any resemblance of the alphabets Z and J to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Mr. Z called up Ms. J yesterday. The former is the President of one of our neighbouring countries while the latter is one of hottest female stars in Hollywood. Of course, there is nothing going on between the two. But let us allow our imagination to run amok for a bit. Could it be a Imran-Jemima or Sarkozy-Bruni kind of an affair in the making?
Mr. Z became a widower last year after the assassination of his wife. And Ms. J, despite being in a live-in relationship with a top Hollywood actor for many years, seems to be bizarrely disinterested towards marriage. Both of them are charismatic, successful, single and apparently interested. Here's how.
From what our sources tell us, Ms. J seems to have made the first move. She has donated $1M (about Rs. 5 crore) to Mr. Z's country. Now, how much of this money actually reaches the people is anybody's guess. It seems to be a gift for Mr. Z under the wraps of humanitarian aid.
Compared to what other countries and individuals have donated, $1 million is a minuscule amount. He could have even avoided calling up Ms. J, or he should have called up both Ms. J and her boyfriend because the donation was made by the them jointly through their J-P foundation.
Not only this, during the long call that Mr. Z made yesterday to her. he has also invited Ms. J to visit Pakistan sometime so that he can reciprocate her gesture. A little birdie tells us that Mr. Z first met Ms. J during his last trip to the US. He was apparently very pleased after the visited and had even said that the friendship with US has been a blessing.
Apparently, the two of them had kept their relationship under wraps for long and its only now that they've started fuelling speculation.
Surely, something's fishy.
Mr. Z called up Ms. J yesterday. The former is the President of one of our neighbouring countries while the latter is one of hottest female stars in Hollywood. Of course, there is nothing going on between the two. But let us allow our imagination to run amok for a bit. Could it be a Imran-Jemima or Sarkozy-Bruni kind of an affair in the making?
Mr. Z became a widower last year after the assassination of his wife. And Ms. J, despite being in a live-in relationship with a top Hollywood actor for many years, seems to be bizarrely disinterested towards marriage. Both of them are charismatic, successful, single and apparently interested. Here's how.
From what our sources tell us, Ms. J seems to have made the first move. She has donated $1M (about Rs. 5 crore) to Mr. Z's country. Now, how much of this money actually reaches the people is anybody's guess. It seems to be a gift for Mr. Z under the wraps of humanitarian aid.
Compared to what other countries and individuals have donated, $1 million is a minuscule amount. He could have even avoided calling up Ms. J, or he should have called up both Ms. J and her boyfriend because the donation was made by the them jointly through their J-P foundation.
Not only this, during the long call that Mr. Z made yesterday to her. he has also invited Ms. J to visit Pakistan sometime so that he can reciprocate her gesture. A little birdie tells us that Mr. Z first met Ms. J during his last trip to the US. He was apparently very pleased after the visited and had even said that the friendship with US has been a blessing.
Apparently, the two of them had kept their relationship under wraps for long and its only now that they've started fuelling speculation.
Surely, something's fishy.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Anecdotes from Train Journies: Please adjust
One has to adjust in life. And if one lives in a country like mine, one has to adjust a lot.
I got to know about the date of joining for my internship about a month before the date. That was too late for me to get any ticket in the General Quota. The only feasible option for me then was to book a ticket in the Tatkal Quota. I had to adjust.
Now, for the unawares, booking under Tatkal Quota begins five days before the date of journey at 8 am. The two ways to book a train ticket are through the internet or at the ticket counter at railways stations. The unavailability of internet connection during morning in our college ruled out the former and the ongoing end semester exams ruled out the latter. So, I had to ask one of my cousins to book a ticket for me through the internet. But, the site would develop problems immediately after 8 am and show some arbitrary errors. By the time it worked, all the tickets under the quota were over. I realised that there is a nexus between people at Railways and the agents who get tickets for you by charging some extra amount. The next day I had to get a ticket through a friend who knew someone at the Railways. I had to adjust.
I got a ticket in the Sleeper Class for the twenty-six hour long journey and that too during summers. But, that was better than nothing. I had to somehow reach there. I had to adjust.
Now, Sleeper coaches don't have a mobile charger point at the compartment. Some coaches do have one in each coach near the door. Mine had, but it did not work. My mobile was almost out of battery and I needed to charge it. So, I had to go and see if the charging point in the other coach worked, I went from S10 to S9 only to find that the condition here was even worse. There, someone had removed the whole socket and there were just three wires dangling out of a whole in the wall. I kept traveling from coach to coach and finally found a charging point that worked in S3.But somebody was charging his phone over there and there were two others in the queue. He told me that the charging point in S1 also works and I could go there. When I reached S1, there was just one person charging his phone. Thankfully, there was no queue. He told me that he would need just fifteen minutes more. After coming so far, I obviously did not mind waiting. But soon, the train came to a halt at a small station. He said he would be back in five minutes and if I could watch over his phone till then. I agreed. But, five minutes are never five minutes. In no time, the small area between the two doors and the toilets was packed by around ten-twelve men and women, mostly villagers. They sat down all around me on the floor and created the most densely populated area possible by humans. For the next fifteen minutes which seemed like an eternity, I was just standing at the door in the heat waiting for him to return. I had to adjust.
The train budged and he came, unplugged his phone, thanked me and went. Now, standing in what seemed like a pool of people I was only hoping to get out of that place as soon as possible. The sights, the smells and the sounds were very discomforting. If that wasn't enough, soon, a quarrel broke out between a woman sitting on the first side berth of the compartment and a ticketless traveler trying to occupy the small vacant space on her berth. Another person said something and the woman started shouting. A lot more people joined in and profanities were exchanged. For me, the quarrel had crossed the line of entertainment and entered into a domain of fright. Despite wanting to get out of that mess, I could not. I had to adjust.
Now, on the way back from Pune, I had fortunately managed to get a ticket in 3AC. We were a couple of hours away from Chennai. Mine was the side upper seat, which I had got by exchanging my original seat with a family who had asked me if I could adjust. As soon as the person who was occupying the seat below mine got down, I came down from the upper seat to sit by the window. I was reading a magazine when someone came and asked, "Can I sit here aaa?". My legs were folded and therefore half of the seat was still empty. I half mumbled something like, "But that would make me uncomfortable". But, he couldn't hear it. He repeated, "Should I come aaa?". I wanted to tell him that because of ticketless travellers like them, we have to pay more, but I nodded. I had to adjust.
Then, he called his wife and their small kid from somewhere and made them sit there. The kid was so cute that all my anger melted away. He kept playing with my bag for the next hour or so.
I got to know about the date of joining for my internship about a month before the date. That was too late for me to get any ticket in the General Quota. The only feasible option for me then was to book a ticket in the Tatkal Quota. I had to adjust.
Now, for the unawares, booking under Tatkal Quota begins five days before the date of journey at 8 am. The two ways to book a train ticket are through the internet or at the ticket counter at railways stations. The unavailability of internet connection during morning in our college ruled out the former and the ongoing end semester exams ruled out the latter. So, I had to ask one of my cousins to book a ticket for me through the internet. But, the site would develop problems immediately after 8 am and show some arbitrary errors. By the time it worked, all the tickets under the quota were over. I realised that there is a nexus between people at Railways and the agents who get tickets for you by charging some extra amount. The next day I had to get a ticket through a friend who knew someone at the Railways. I had to adjust.
I got a ticket in the Sleeper Class for the twenty-six hour long journey and that too during summers. But, that was better than nothing. I had to somehow reach there. I had to adjust.
Now, Sleeper coaches don't have a mobile charger point at the compartment. Some coaches do have one in each coach near the door. Mine had, but it did not work. My mobile was almost out of battery and I needed to charge it. So, I had to go and see if the charging point in the other coach worked, I went from S10 to S9 only to find that the condition here was even worse. There, someone had removed the whole socket and there were just three wires dangling out of a whole in the wall. I kept traveling from coach to coach and finally found a charging point that worked in S3.But somebody was charging his phone over there and there were two others in the queue. He told me that the charging point in S1 also works and I could go there. When I reached S1, there was just one person charging his phone. Thankfully, there was no queue. He told me that he would need just fifteen minutes more. After coming so far, I obviously did not mind waiting. But soon, the train came to a halt at a small station. He said he would be back in five minutes and if I could watch over his phone till then. I agreed. But, five minutes are never five minutes. In no time, the small area between the two doors and the toilets was packed by around ten-twelve men and women, mostly villagers. They sat down all around me on the floor and created the most densely populated area possible by humans. For the next fifteen minutes which seemed like an eternity, I was just standing at the door in the heat waiting for him to return. I had to adjust.
The train budged and he came, unplugged his phone, thanked me and went. Now, standing in what seemed like a pool of people I was only hoping to get out of that place as soon as possible. The sights, the smells and the sounds were very discomforting. If that wasn't enough, soon, a quarrel broke out between a woman sitting on the first side berth of the compartment and a ticketless traveler trying to occupy the small vacant space on her berth. Another person said something and the woman started shouting. A lot more people joined in and profanities were exchanged. For me, the quarrel had crossed the line of entertainment and entered into a domain of fright. Despite wanting to get out of that mess, I could not. I had to adjust.
Now, on the way back from Pune, I had fortunately managed to get a ticket in 3AC. We were a couple of hours away from Chennai. Mine was the side upper seat, which I had got by exchanging my original seat with a family who had asked me if I could adjust. As soon as the person who was occupying the seat below mine got down, I came down from the upper seat to sit by the window. I was reading a magazine when someone came and asked, "Can I sit here aaa?". My legs were folded and therefore half of the seat was still empty. I half mumbled something like, "But that would make me uncomfortable". But, he couldn't hear it. He repeated, "Should I come aaa?". I wanted to tell him that because of ticketless travellers like them, we have to pay more, but I nodded. I had to adjust.
Then, he called his wife and their small kid from somewhere and made them sit there. The kid was so cute that all my anger melted away. He kept playing with my bag for the next hour or so.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Sho(w)e Stopper
Throwing rotten eggs and tomatoes at the performers on stage whom public found boring is something everyone had heard of.
But on 14th December, 2008, Muntazer al-Zaidi, a journalist from al-Baghdadia TV innovated and how! He hurled two shoes at the then US President on his last visit to Iraq during a press conference.
Though it started with Bush, now there seems to be no end. In all the major shoe throwing incidents so far, at the recieving ends have been political leaders of huge status - the American President, the Chinese PM and the Indian Home minister.
If used effectively, such a form of protest can have maximum Yield (= effect/cost*punishment).
A shoe thrown at any political leader becomes a metaphor for dissent and the anger filled up among public. The shoe never misses the target, it always hits the Bull's eye. It gets more media coverage than any other forms of protest and people discuss about it with glee. The video of the shoe thrown at Bush became the most searched for video on YouTube and the incident also led to the development of various flash games.
The chances of punishment are also less because, in order to show how he is great the leader is, he generally tries to cover up his humiliation and forgives the person. The Iraqi journalist who had thrown the shoe at Bush had been sentenced for three years in prison, but now the term has been reduced to one year. In India, not only Jarnail Singh has been 'forgiven' by Mr. Chidambaram, he has also got offers for contesting polls from various political parties. Both these journalists have been hailed as a hero.
In terms of political ramifications, the shoe thrown at Mr. Chidambaram has so far been the most effective. It cost Jagdish Tytler and Sajjan Kumar their Lok Sabha nominations.
And, the time consumed and the cost of throwing shoe is minimal compared to other kinds of protest such as organising rallies, bandhs, hunger strike, etc. You just need an ordinary shoe and no extra wastage of time.
So, why is it so effective?
First of all, any object thrown by a common man at a prominent leader is a symbol for the expression of anger against the leader and the policies of his government.
Secondly, it's an object worn at our feet. When a shoe is thrown, it shows the disregard and disgust for the leader. Its a symbol for one's disrespect towards the person. However much the leader may try to brush the incident aside, the point is conveyed to everyone.
Thirdly, it's an act performed by one among the masses, a journalist or a protestor, people can relate more with it individually.
The more prominent the leader, the better. In the case of Bush, who is infamous around the globe, the news of the incident spread to every part of the world.
Shoe throwing in nothing less than a show stopper!
However, the effect will diminish because of over-use. In order to maintain the novelty of such a form of protest, people must keep improvising. For a start, people must start hitting the targets.
Friday, March 13, 2009
We Indians
Its been a while since Ive written a post. I admit, I am not good at writing long posts or at expressing myself for that matter. At this point, I have no idea what I would or should write about, which is why the title is still empty.
Let me pick random news stories and comment on them.
Yesterday, there was a story on the front page of TOI saying - 'Is Sehwag now the world's best batsman?' The problem with Indian media and many Indians is that we are always so ready to jump to conclusions. What is the deal about crowning a cricketer as the best? Sehwag is a good batsman but very inconsistent, and if you ask me I would rate Gambhir higher.
A few weeks back, after India had lost the two T20 matches, media and many people started doubting India's succesful run in the past and whether they can succeed on New Zealand pitches.
Oh please! Give them some space. Any rational person would have waited to see a couple of more matches before making a conclusive remark.
India have, by the way, thumped New Zealand in the one-dayers that followed the T20s comprehensively.
Many people wrote Dhoni and Yuvraj off saying they can't perform on pitches abroad. But, they went on to play some invaluable innings and prove the critics wrong.
Well, masala news headlines titillate the readers and thus, sell.
Watch India TV sometime and you would know what I'm talking about. Majority of us would criticise the kind of news being shown there but would still watch it (Phir bhi Dil hai Hindustani..)
We Indians are like that. We love giving our opinions on every issue irrespective of the amount of knowledge we might have on the subject. Watch a cricket match with friends and you would see people making the finest observations, suggesting what a batsman or bowler should've done instead of making that silly mistake. Bets are placed and emotions run high. If India wins we celebrate it as a victory of our own, despite knowing that the cricketers earn in crores for playing and we're not going to get a penny by wasting our time.
It's no secret that cricket is the slowest game and the most time consuming (read: wasting) too. Still, we just sit idly for hours and enjoy the game. After every bowl is bowled, we enjoy the bowler's slow walk to the start of his run-up, rubbing the ball in between, chit chatting with the guy at mid-off and then running back to bowl the next bowl. And then the minute long interval in between overs. We love lying back idly on our couch and watch all that.
But the thing is that we forgive and forget. Lose the World Cup and you'd find everybody from a paan-waallah to an office-goer cursing the players, but win a three match series after that and there you are, back as our heroes!
We forget the sins committed by our politicians and still re-elect them on seeing a happy gesture by them. Remember the furore against reservations? And yet, we might still re-elect the party that implemented it. And mind it, it didnt happen decades ago. It happened only a couple of years back. How many of us still remember the cases such as the brutal Nithari killings, Jessica Lall murder, BMW case, Bofors? These are all major sensational headlines of the last decade of the 20th century. Not too long ago. Most of us have forgotten, if not forgiven. The Satyam case has already started to fade from memory.
We dont have a bad memory, its just that we are a very optimistic bunch of people. Infact, many surveys do agree with me here. Even during this time of recession where so many people are either getting their wages cut or losing their jobs, we are still the most optimistic and hopeful.
Economics depends a lot on expectations, and I hope this nature of ours will help us combat recession better than most countries.
Signing off, proud to be an Indian!
Let me pick random news stories and comment on them.
Yesterday, there was a story on the front page of TOI saying - 'Is Sehwag now the world's best batsman?' The problem with Indian media and many Indians is that we are always so ready to jump to conclusions. What is the deal about crowning a cricketer as the best? Sehwag is a good batsman but very inconsistent, and if you ask me I would rate Gambhir higher.
A few weeks back, after India had lost the two T20 matches, media and many people started doubting India's succesful run in the past and whether they can succeed on New Zealand pitches.
Oh please! Give them some space. Any rational person would have waited to see a couple of more matches before making a conclusive remark.
India have, by the way, thumped New Zealand in the one-dayers that followed the T20s comprehensively.
Many people wrote Dhoni and Yuvraj off saying they can't perform on pitches abroad. But, they went on to play some invaluable innings and prove the critics wrong.
Well, masala news headlines titillate the readers and thus, sell.
Watch India TV sometime and you would know what I'm talking about. Majority of us would criticise the kind of news being shown there but would still watch it (Phir bhi Dil hai Hindustani..)
We Indians are like that. We love giving our opinions on every issue irrespective of the amount of knowledge we might have on the subject. Watch a cricket match with friends and you would see people making the finest observations, suggesting what a batsman or bowler should've done instead of making that silly mistake. Bets are placed and emotions run high. If India wins we celebrate it as a victory of our own, despite knowing that the cricketers earn in crores for playing and we're not going to get a penny by wasting our time.
It's no secret that cricket is the slowest game and the most time consuming (read: wasting) too. Still, we just sit idly for hours and enjoy the game. After every bowl is bowled, we enjoy the bowler's slow walk to the start of his run-up, rubbing the ball in between, chit chatting with the guy at mid-off and then running back to bowl the next bowl. And then the minute long interval in between overs. We love lying back idly on our couch and watch all that.
But the thing is that we forgive and forget. Lose the World Cup and you'd find everybody from a paan-waallah to an office-goer cursing the players, but win a three match series after that and there you are, back as our heroes!
We forget the sins committed by our politicians and still re-elect them on seeing a happy gesture by them. Remember the furore against reservations? And yet, we might still re-elect the party that implemented it. And mind it, it didnt happen decades ago. It happened only a couple of years back. How many of us still remember the cases such as the brutal Nithari killings, Jessica Lall murder, BMW case, Bofors? These are all major sensational headlines of the last decade of the 20th century. Not too long ago. Most of us have forgotten, if not forgiven. The Satyam case has already started to fade from memory.
We dont have a bad memory, its just that we are a very optimistic bunch of people. Infact, many surveys do agree with me here. Even during this time of recession where so many people are either getting their wages cut or losing their jobs, we are still the most optimistic and hopeful.
Economics depends a lot on expectations, and I hope this nature of ours will help us combat recession better than most countries.
Signing off, proud to be an Indian!
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