There are instances in life when you love doing something and hence try excelling and perfecting it. A similar situation occurred with English being my newly found love. Thinking that English is very necessary to improve my skills in dealing with people, I started various activities like blogging, reading, etc. Simplicity defines an engineer. No engineer likes to have complexities in any design, program or circuit. Not that we don’t understand but we simply avoid it. Whereas in a language the more complex a phrase is the more interesting it is. Here comes the art of deciphering the real meaning to a verbally complicated sentence. For example, look at this sentence:
“I am a narcissist and you are my alter-ego.” – is just a classy way of telling “i love you”
Imagine people communicating in this way! It could be foolish but yet it is so much fun.
Anyways if this is how English is, then I am sure that it would take a few more years (may be a decade) to master this language. Here’s is one more fascinatingly complex dialogue from V for Vendetta:
“VoilĂ ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you, and you may call me V.”
The meaning is left to the reader to guess.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
A tearful adieu - seniors!
“When you get up late and realise that you are late to the class – never bunk the breakfast!! Bunk the class!!”
That was the first piece of advice given by a senior in my first year. Well such valuable suggestions were given by the seniors to the juniors – as an inheritance and are passed on for generations. Here are a few memories that throw light on the positive aspects of such phenomena -pardon me for the usage of technical terms.
It was during Technozion – 08’ - our insti's techfest,when all the civil first years (we) were running about the fourfold department, helping the seniors, volunteering for event management (quite a hi-fi name then), treasure hunt, quiz etc., thus giving a reason for the rest of our batch mates to envy us for a life time. At the end of the day, we had a sense of achievement and belongingness to the place where we are destined to study in the years to come.
I still remember those days when we had the ragging sessions on our vast lawns - had lots of fun!I was an introvert,narrow minded and suffered totally with attitude.A couple of years since I can see myself change so much(in a +ve sense);thanks to all my seniors.
Hence a small tribute to them:
When in doubt or when I fell, you stretched your helping hand,
Laughing with me and also showing me as to where I stand,
Bridging the gap by enabling to reach the profs with ease,
Explaining every trivial concept as and when I please,
Advising me on the career to be taken and path to be followed,
Internships to apply and applications to be filled,
And above all telling me that none of these are worth a life time
Whether one was there by chance or choice, one must pursue ones’ own dream!!
Speechless as there is no word that would thank you enough
And thus bidding you goodbye in the hope that one day I can be as good as you.
That was the first piece of advice given by a senior in my first year. Well such valuable suggestions were given by the seniors to the juniors – as an inheritance and are passed on for generations. Here are a few memories that throw light on the positive aspects of such phenomena -pardon me for the usage of technical terms.
It was during Technozion – 08’ - our insti's techfest,when all the civil first years (we) were running about the fourfold department, helping the seniors, volunteering for event management (quite a hi-fi name then), treasure hunt, quiz etc., thus giving a reason for the rest of our batch mates to envy us for a life time. At the end of the day, we had a sense of achievement and belongingness to the place where we are destined to study in the years to come.
I still remember those days when we had the ragging sessions on our vast lawns - had lots of fun!I was an introvert,narrow minded and suffered totally with attitude.A couple of years since I can see myself change so much(in a +ve sense);thanks to all my seniors.
Hence a small tribute to them:
When in doubt or when I fell, you stretched your helping hand,
Laughing with me and also showing me as to where I stand,
Bridging the gap by enabling to reach the profs with ease,
Explaining every trivial concept as and when I please,
Advising me on the career to be taken and path to be followed,
Internships to apply and applications to be filled,
And above all telling me that none of these are worth a life time
Whether one was there by chance or choice, one must pursue ones’ own dream!!
Speechless as there is no word that would thank you enough
And thus bidding you goodbye in the hope that one day I can be as good as you.
Friday, March 26, 2010
And finally Truth Triumphs
Long ago there lived a powerful king ruling a stable and prosperous kingdom.The people were contended and happy.The king started waging wars and extended his empire to nearby lands.He neglected the needs of his subjects and this slowly lead to a deterioration of the living standards.There was a state of unrest in the kingdom and the people were very dissatisfied.Despite knowing this, the king collected heavy taxes in order to develop the newly acquired regions.He called experts from various places around the world to execute the development.Day in and day out the experts,labourers and the people worked and finished it.One morning it started to rain and the houses,dams,roads etc., were washed away.The courtiers set a committee to enquire upon the reason behind the failure. They found out that the materials used were of inferior quality but the amount spent is higher than the actual price.Thus they understood that the king is unlawful and inefficient.The cat was out of the bag and the people knew the truth.They didn't want a felonious and irresponsible person as their king;they became united,fought against the king and finally usurped him.
In the present scenario such stories generally do not exist.But what if the people fight back to remove the corrupt ones from topnotch positions? That would set a great example for the others to follow.The metaphorically written story is just one instance for which I bore witness and truly got amazed.That was an instant when I understood the meaning of "Satyameva Jayate" - the national motto scripted on Asoka Chakra!!
In the present scenario such stories generally do not exist.But what if the people fight back to remove the corrupt ones from topnotch positions? That would set a great example for the others to follow.The metaphorically written story is just one instance for which I bore witness and truly got amazed.That was an instant when I understood the meaning of "Satyameva Jayate" - the national motto scripted on Asoka Chakra!!
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Crime
Crime it is that we need to fight.
To silence those shrieks in the middle of the night.
Ten are stronger than one man's might.
Join hands and strides to trample that path of fright.
Men wronged enough in all the histories they've known.
It is time we paid for all the suffering begone.
Battle the hatred and demolish the spite.
Work in the dark tonight to wake up in a morning bright.
We are stones by hearing - not by heart!
We speak only silence, speak through the art.
Defeaned we are, muted by the God above.
Yet we spread the truth in our language of love!
PS: this was a poem written for a dance drama as an invoice of a group of deaf and dumb people - depicting evil in the society. I stumbled on this and liked it very much.
To silence those shrieks in the middle of the night.
Ten are stronger than one man's might.
Join hands and strides to trample that path of fright.
Men wronged enough in all the histories they've known.
It is time we paid for all the suffering begone.
Battle the hatred and demolish the spite.
Work in the dark tonight to wake up in a morning bright.
We are stones by hearing - not by heart!
We speak only silence, speak through the art.
Defeaned we are, muted by the God above.
Yet we spread the truth in our language of love!
PS: this was a poem written for a dance drama as an invoice of a group of deaf and dumb people - depicting evil in the society. I stumbled on this and liked it very much.
To be or not to be
Looking through the window he saw the black skies
Filled with despair and thoughtless fright
Deep inside him was warped and twisted
Didn’t realise that nobody is special and nobody’s gifted
And with too many when’s and too many why’s
He resolved it by making it his last night
We have a choice – to live or die
Every minute is a choice
Every breath is a choice
To be or not to be!!
Filled with despair and thoughtless fright
Deep inside him was warped and twisted
Didn’t realise that nobody is special and nobody’s gifted
And with too many when’s and too many why’s
He resolved it by making it his last night
We have a choice – to live or die
Every minute is a choice
Every breath is a choice
To be or not to be!!
Saturday, March 13, 2010
the twinkling star!
A little girl I was when you held me by your hand
Sparing me from tumbling down and washing my wounds as I fell
Taught me to respect everyone and criticize none and
That god is there to set everything right,
Can He bring you back, for you were my very light?
Remember those summer afternoons when all of us played in the mangroves
How mischievous we were, thieving all the mangoes and hiding in the attic
You settled all those charges and yet you remained so serene and smiling.
Remember those evenings when you picked me from pre school
And took me to the building site – u made me the in charge and asked me to supervise........
Here I am on the verge of fulfilling your dream but now you are far away.
Are you still watching me as you did
When I wickedly ate all the chocolates my brother bought?
When I played all those impish pranks to upset grandma?
When I lied to escape thrashing from dad?
I miss you grandpa! – tatagaru – my guide!!
Are you still there above as that twinkling star?
PS:To my grandpa who passed away last summer.He was a pillar of strength.
Sparing me from tumbling down and washing my wounds as I fell
Taught me to respect everyone and criticize none and
That god is there to set everything right,
Can He bring you back, for you were my very light?
Remember those summer afternoons when all of us played in the mangroves
How mischievous we were, thieving all the mangoes and hiding in the attic
You settled all those charges and yet you remained so serene and smiling.
Remember those evenings when you picked me from pre school
And took me to the building site – u made me the in charge and asked me to supervise........
Here I am on the verge of fulfilling your dream but now you are far away.
Are you still watching me as you did
When I wickedly ate all the chocolates my brother bought?
When I played all those impish pranks to upset grandma?
When I lied to escape thrashing from dad?
I miss you grandpa! – tatagaru – my guide!!
Are you still there above as that twinkling star?
PS:To my grandpa who passed away last summer.He was a pillar of strength.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Rest In Piece ??
In memory of all those who died waiting for this class to end!!
This was the only thought I had in my mind while listening (forcibly) to a totally hopeless and highly irrelevant lecture. The fear of getting an attendance shortage drove me to sit in that class. Most of my classmates were uninterested in even attempting to listen (absolute fundoos). The backbenchers were as usual cribbing about the mess food. Some were writing their lab records. Some others were looking out of the window admiring nature. Some were just gossiping and the others were drooling. A few of us were making paper boats and rockets. The hapless first benchers were taking down notes and trying hard to decipher the meaning of at least one sentence uttered by the professor. As a whole all of us were waiting for the bell to ring. The only exception was the prof. One has to admit the ingenuity of the prof., for teaching an absolutely illogical subject in the most cryptic manner possible. I am not sure how much of whatever he taught has actually sunk in. This is the trend followed in almost all the classes of a dreadful and never ending semester. To top it all, an awesome fool proof method was introduced – the daily viva voce in labs. So the one to take the viva enters majestically and starts firing questions.
An average question will be this “What are the units of strain??”
Sensible Student: “sir, it is a ratio and hence it is dimensionless”
Sir: “I know that it is a ratio but ratios are not dimensionless!!” -glares red eyed at the class for a while and then points out at a frustoo and asks him to answer the question.
Brainy student: “Sir the units are millimetre/meter”
Sir: “Wonderful! How amazing! Behold the 21st century Einstein!” there ends his questionnaire leaving all of us absolutely amazed (???).
--- state of affairs!!
Disclaimer : The article is just a figment of imagination and any resemblance is purely coincidental.
This was the only thought I had in my mind while listening (forcibly) to a totally hopeless and highly irrelevant lecture. The fear of getting an attendance shortage drove me to sit in that class. Most of my classmates were uninterested in even attempting to listen (absolute fundoos). The backbenchers were as usual cribbing about the mess food. Some were writing their lab records. Some others were looking out of the window admiring nature. Some were just gossiping and the others were drooling. A few of us were making paper boats and rockets. The hapless first benchers were taking down notes and trying hard to decipher the meaning of at least one sentence uttered by the professor. As a whole all of us were waiting for the bell to ring. The only exception was the prof. One has to admit the ingenuity of the prof., for teaching an absolutely illogical subject in the most cryptic manner possible. I am not sure how much of whatever he taught has actually sunk in. This is the trend followed in almost all the classes of a dreadful and never ending semester. To top it all, an awesome fool proof method was introduced – the daily viva voce in labs. So the one to take the viva enters majestically and starts firing questions.
An average question will be this “What are the units of strain??”
Sensible Student: “sir, it is a ratio and hence it is dimensionless”
Sir: “I know that it is a ratio but ratios are not dimensionless!!” -glares red eyed at the class for a while and then points out at a frustoo and asks him to answer the question.
Brainy student: “Sir the units are millimetre/meter”
Sir: “Wonderful! How amazing! Behold the 21st century Einstein!” there ends his questionnaire leaving all of us absolutely amazed (???).
--- state of affairs!!
Disclaimer : The article is just a figment of imagination and any resemblance is purely coincidental.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)