Thr and bak agn.. Again.

Hey all…

“We are less than atoms, I say, because the atom obeys the law of its being, whereas we in the insolence of our ignorance deny the law of nature.” – MK GANDHI.

To be true… I lost touch of myself. The last month or so hasnt been completely the usual in personal neither has it been too remarkable.

I finally achieved what i wanted to since the last 2 months. I feel proud enough to say that in my Engg. life, i have done something substantial and something where i have affected the lives of people. We distributed 30 cycles to the needy students. Repairing most of them and getting several donations, it was one hell of hard time and me altogether being completely single handed in all the stuff. Still i had huge amount of consolation with the support given Dr. Shailendra Kumar and Hostel section in all. I also thank Nirzaree for her support and my friends for their encouragement and ideas at the right times.

Further, i feel the time for me to move on and learn from this thing. This may not be a big objective accomplishment and certainly wont be something in the eyes of the reader from my college, but i would be content with whatever i learned.

Cycle Project

Secondly, Exams having been postponed due to most unfortunate circumstances in my institute, i offer my condolences and respect for the boy who suffered and his friends and family who would suffer in his absence.

Sometimes, things happen and they arent in the best interest of the mass.

Sometimes, things do not happen and they are in the better interest.

But Sometimes, things just happen and there is no reason or objective from it.

I leave now, for i write in midst of Diwali where my father needs my help and we have lots of pooja and celebrations to do in the family.

To all,

HAPPY DIWALI AND A Enlightening NEW YEAR..

PS: For the less fortunate.. Have a better New Year. For me, I hope for a busier and more successful New Year.

JSK.

The Cycle Project

Cycle Donation

It all started 2 months ago, in a journey to Rajkot. I was reading how a business professional turned into a social entrepreneur cum worker. It started as a novel piece of story which soon turned into an inspiration and finally into a motive.

I really wanted to do this, i thought. As soon as the college reopened, I contacted RAI sir, talked with an NGO in ahmedabad, got some basic knowledge and finally thought, let me try.

H-8 has quite a few old cycles which have been orphaned by the students who stayed here since the last 2-3 years. Last year, the HOSTEL SECTION had asked all owners to take them back, but since no one claimed, those were prized into the stock of Hostel Section ownership. Since then they have been lying there. Unwatched, unclaimed, unwanted.

So sum all the things up and you see, i am trying hard to accumulate the cycles and finding the students worthy for them. Nirzaree is my partner and she’s being the creative mind behind all. I have learnt many things i wouldnt have otherwise if not for the experience i got and am getting.

We still need the students, although we on the way to know them. We yet to get donations, although the CHW and Rai Sir has been warm and cooperative. We need the enthu and respect which SVNIT and its students lack mutually. Finally, i need this experience and idea to succeed for it will help me form my thoughts

Still lots to do, quite some time before things get materialize and many a stones to turn for the shelter to be built.

Godspeed and Good Luck.

Get Inspired!!

All’s well that ends Well… Well, almost!

Hi…
I sit today completely relaxed and yet all tensed. Oxymoron’s lesser usage is increasing day in and out in my life.
Hostel Day ended amid all excitement and probably success with around 700 people as guests to our hostel. It was a night and a year to remember.

Then Cafe day Xpress deal was made through through our constant pecking on the authorities and all the lateness into it. It finally promises to open up before the exams. Lets Hope so.

Mindbend and Sparsh ended with all those things you expected and lot without them. It was any ordinary experiance of 4 days, with a lot of overrated propositions that came crashing down and have perhaps hit the committees and faculty hard. But, on record books it went all good, so hmm… the system’s there to stay. blah blah…

Then again FAREWELL… If one asks you to gulp down some beer, a peg of vodka, a sip of champagne and tinge of lime to bust them all and yet you are unable to control your heart beats touching up 200 bts, then one has to conclude it should be a dramatic day(& night!!! ). It was one of the most memorable days if i had to describe in a sentence.

The Institute magazine promises to be exciting this year round, and thats because i have prostrated myself for it to go through. (Lolz.. not the literary meaning though). But, ya the sec. has definitely squeezed all the work he could out of me, from 2 hot, sunny days for photo sessions, to late night editing and writing of articles, to some travelling for prod and distribution. I guess, i really need to tell him to mention special thanks to me in the name of the committee.

Finally, all that the other things are over, i get on track to do for what i am here for. The End sems starting in 10 days and i am at the floor of the building, still waiting for the doors to open. (Dont know what that means, but hope you get it )
Wish me Luck! Specially after last semesters debacle.

Hardcore Holi 2.0

Colors

“The self biased binary multivibrator. Its characteristics are.. ”, and suddenly there is a shrill cry from far end of the hostel, “They are coming… They are coming… Close all doors.”. I peeped out of my room window to the usually calm street lying below opposite to my hostel and saw a big, no huge crowd of around 150 boys all only in their pants of shorts marching towards our hostel, crying out slogans of ‘bahar niklo.. bahar niklo.’

Sulay was all white and his reflex was to bolt the doors of the room. The alleyway of the BS block, once all bustling was pitch silent and empty. The shouts continued for several seconds, maybe half a minute and later they broke the defence of the doors and broke in. Our ranks were infiltrated!! (As they say in war). They filled whole hostel and were kicking the doors of the rooms of their seniors. The inmates were made to bath in the colours when they like innocent riot victims were just … innocent. Yes it was a riot out there. Like people don’t look whether it’s a man or woman or for that case which caste, they were not concerned whether it was their senior or an incognito person. Sulay and I were numbly silent and frozen in the room. We were in no mood to relent to the hysteria, having exams the next day onwards and knowing the wildness and raveness with which the people celebrate it here. Yes, wild!! They tear off all upper waist clothes for everyone and for those who are famous or for that case infamous, they have to let go of their pants as well. So practically once you are caught in the commotion, you ought to go half naked and if you’re unlucky to be famous, you may well roam around in boxers or briefs!!

Welcome to S.V.N.I.T. This is the place of cross-cultural, multi composite and multi lingual public, ‘JANTA’ as I term them. We maybe from different states and some from diff countries, but when it comes to real enjoyement, we have our own Ishtyle, Tashan or way of life. Well to be frank, we all were on for a low key holi due to the exams the next day onwards, but as they say, “Life finds a way, howsoever you suppress it.”

So there we were, waiting for whole ‘rangmanch krida’ to get over without the crooked fingers being pointed on us. I would compare the situation to a famous hindi movie- GADAR. Particularly the seen where the heroine (who is a moslem) is being chased by hindu fanatics or riot victims for their avenge. The protagonist comes and gives cover to the running girl. But the dialogue and the amount of shouting and intensity we witness is of remembrance. It’s a diff. matter that they marry there itself on the railway tracks in front of the vulture faced people. “ Sab jagah gadare machi thi.. ”. So finally people painted the whole of the hostel and proceeded towards the canteen. As the coast got cleared, we came out and suddenly… Couple of friendly faces poster my face, clothes and hair. It all went down to nothing. I was finally down the drain hole.

So now I decided to proceed to the canteen, get into the bandwagon and feel the procession. Also, the fact that we would get free mithai, food and Thandai was on the agenda of many incl. me. So there I was 10 min later, dancing and hugging all mates and friends amidst what seemed like a movie depiction of holi, with all boys without their shirts, some dancing, some singing, most colouring each other or a group plundering a single guy. ‘Dhol and naach’, that was the scene. We met people of other years and soon people attacked the food stalls. Imagine you are the server and 50 hands stretch, push you, snatch from you and you need to distribute the food peacefully. That was wrecking!!

Finally after a stint with the faculty, we all returned to our hostels, each hurrying more than the other, to be the first to clean up. It was of the impression ki the whole water supply of the area would be needed to let all bath properly. Back at the hostel, we fought our ways to the bathrooms and those who couldn’t get chance would clean up at the basin or the washroom. It was juxtapose to what we generally have it when people hardly take a bath.

I particularly remember forming a small poem in my mind for the whole celebration. It goes like,

Ragdo rang se

“Phook phook ke nikle hum iss holi pe khelne..                                                                                                                                                  Gulaal aisa uda ki hume poora rang diya…                                                                                                                                                              Peet peet ke khela rango se logo ne aise                                                                                                                                                           Exam ki daud aur haud ko bhula diya…                                                                                                                                                                  Ghoom ghoom ke log aisa naache                                                                                                                                                                           Ki saale badan ke baalo ne bhi HAPPY HOLI bol diya. ”