tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90088115128284991192024-03-14T08:16:16.886-07:00C.R.O.S.S.R.O.A.D.S.An attempt to re-discover myself...Hemanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784144217217662257noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008811512828499119.post-4563670136238031742009-03-28T13:25:00.000-07:002009-04-01T11:14:52.120-07:00life is toughi have troubles of my own , and then i find people all around me , with their own problems ....<br />And then I realize that I have acquired their problems too, so basically inheriting problems from all around .... so there is no end to these problems , Its the problem of my immune system that i get these problems and my white blood cells are useless , I might have PIDS (problems immune deficiency syndrom) or an STD (socially troubled disease ) .....<br />what ever it is..... it is making my already troubled life even more difficult ........may be ill take some LSD and feel happy for a while , or may be ill end it for ever ......<br />Life is tough ..... and tough things cant stay for too long ,,,,,,..Hemanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784144217217662257noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008811512828499119.post-77871455990298020042009-03-25T05:50:00.000-07:002009-03-25T05:54:09.840-07:00Delhi Chicks<strong>GP</strong><br /><br />After exhausting most of the tombs, <em>dargah</em>s, forts, <em>masjid</em>s, cafes, bazaars and bookshops, <em>The Delhi Walla</em> has finally compiled a guidebook of what this city is perhaps most admired for: its women. Here is the list of hangouts in the capital where voyeurs can cool off their eager eyes.<br /><br /><strong>Priya Cinema, Basant Lok</strong><br /><br />The scene outside Priya cinema's box office window at Basant Lok never fails to disappoint. Deep cleavages and low jeans makes this pedestrian strip one of Delhi's most erotically-charged destinations. The air is scented with perfume, cafes are packed with punk-haired kids, and college-goers and day-job yuppies walk hand in hand. Even bookshops are not safe from the invasion of the hotties.<br /><br /><em>Risk factor</em>: Minimal since the Priya crowd, like ramp walk models, loves to set hearts racing.<br /><br /><strong>Khan Market</strong><br /><br />Pricey showrooms, trendy restro-bars, and earthy kebab-stalls at Khan Market are the natural home of the beautiful in all hues and varieties—young and old, rich and powerful, <em>desi</em> and expats. Everyone is cool but they're not loud about their cool quotient. They may be botoxed but they never wear fake brands. However, the cleavages here are not that deep.<br /><br /><em>Risk factor</em>: Quite high but the daring may try.<br /><br /><strong>Paharganj Main Bazaar</strong><br /><br />If you have a thing for <em>gora</em>s, then Paharganj must be your getaway. Its rooftop cafes, roadside bookshops, and makeshift henna stalls shimmer and glimmer with bare arms and barer legs. Loads of Israeli and European tourists lounge about - almost naked!<br /><br /><em>Risk factor</em>: Not high but the gaze must be shifty so that it escapes notice.<br /><br /><strong>M Block Market, GK-II</strong><br /><br />Size Zero may be the latest fashion statement but Delhi's attachment to hot aunties with heaving buxoms and salty maturity is always in vogue. Take a trip to M-Block Market and enjoy.<br /><br /><em>Risk factor</em>: Not high. Aunties like it.<br /><br /><strong>Near Jama Masjid, Old Delhi</strong><br /><br />If Paharganj tempts by bare flesh, Matia Mahal in Old Delhi allures the senses with delicious mysteries—just what lies beneath those <em>ghunghat</em>s and <em>purdah</em>s? Beauty acquires a new meaning. Too bad men wear no veil.<br /><br /><em>Risk factor</em>: Don't ask.<br /><br /><em>Statutory warning</em>: Bird watching can be injurious to health.<br /><br /><strong>Bus stop distractions</strong><br /><br /><a title="Photo Essay - Chicks of Delhi by Mayank Austen Soofi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mayankaustensoofi/2556911629/"><img alt="Photo Essay - Chicks of Delhi" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/2556911629_deda006b17.jpg" height="303" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Shy 'n' modest</strong><br /><br /><a title="Camera Shy by Mayank Austen Soofi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mayankaustensoofi/2111255810/"><img alt="Camera Shy" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2052/2111255810_fea341017e.jpg" height="500" width="413" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Kya bolta tu</em></strong><br /><br /><a title="Photo Essay - Chicks of Delhi by Mayank Austen Soofi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mayankaustensoofi/2556911639/"><img alt="Photo Essay - Chicks of Delhi" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2556911639_56dde8c9a6.jpg" height="500" width="347" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Beauty in exile</strong><br /><br /><a title="Killings in Lhasa, Unrest in Delhi by Mayank Austen Soofi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mayankaustensoofi/2340336613/"><img alt="Killings in Lhasa, Unrest in Delhi" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3226/2340336613_9c3d9d14fd.jpg" height="500" width="375" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Madam in red</strong><br /><br /><a title="Blushing Red by Mayank Austen Soofi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mayankaustensoofi/1703426194/"><img alt="Blushing Red" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2382/1703426194_de77ba0b8c.jpg" height="441" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Perfect symmetry</strong><br /><br /><a title="Photo Essay - Chicks of Delhi by Mayank Austen Soofi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mayankaustensoofi/2556911633/"><img alt="Photo Essay - Chicks of Delhi" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3120/2556911633_958417385f.jpg" height="345" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Old Delhi babes</strong><br /><br /><a title="Jama Masjid Beauties by Mayank Austen Soofi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mayankaustensoofi/2177701073/"><img alt="Jama Masjid Beauties" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2348/2177701073_7578e737db.jpg" height="455" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Drama queen</strong><br /><br /><a title="Drama Queen by Mayank Austen Soofi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mayankaustensoofi/2429791981/"><img alt="Drama Queen" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2247/2429791981_8668e68ffa.jpg" height="500" width="266" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Classical touch</strong><br /><br /><a title="Muslim Women of Delhi by Mayank Austen Soofi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mayankaustensoofi/428333254/"><img alt="Muslim Women of Delhi" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/428333254_360c1045c0.jpg" height="294" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><strong>What lies behind?</strong><br /><br /><a title="Burqa Beauties by Mayank Austen Soofi, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mayankaustensoofi/2393367400/"><img alt="Burqa Beauties" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2402/2393367400_9d00eb19d0.jpg" height="451" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div><br /><br /><div class="post-footer"><br /><div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><br /><span class="post-author vcard"><br /></span></div></div>Hemanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784144217217662257noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008811512828499119.post-6620731136151705642009-03-24T05:40:00.000-07:002009-03-24T05:42:50.951-07:00Who is impaired?<p>I was on my way home,<br />On the roads like I always roam,<br />It was then I saw this girl,<br />Whose legs had a kind of twirl.</p> <p>Then I called her “hey!need some help?”,<br />“No,Get lost!” ,was her yelp.<br />She had no friends and no fun,<br />she missed every merry under the sun.</p> <p>“Attitude problem!”,I angrily sighed.<br />My sympathy for her instantly died.<br />Then I went home, calm and quiet,<br />rather argue with her and raise a fight.</p> <p>Some time later I gave it a thought,<br />why into such misery she must have got.<br />Her invalid legs made her feel low,<br />World’s running fast and she was so slow.</p> <p>Sympathy , she hated.<br />Friendship, she needed.<br />I waited for her the next day,<br />and found her limping all the way.</p> <p>She looked sad and glum as always,<br />Heavy penalty,for a broken limb she pays.<br />“Hey!Whats your name?”, I called out.<br />Surprised she was to see me shout.</p> <p>I slowly made friends with the girl I saw,<br />She started smiling since then making me awe.<br />Then I also came to know, crippled were only her limbs,<br />Not her intelligence for which the whole world whims.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Foolish World!<br />No body ever knows,<br />It’s the inside that counts<br />not what that shows!</p>Hemanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784144217217662257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008811512828499119.post-39777736093950901462009-03-17T21:44:00.000-07:002009-03-31T17:48:46.661-07:00Mathematics behind guessing answers in MCQ<span class="postbody"><div>Many times I've seen people saying that because of negative marking, one should only attempt questions in objective examinations that one is fully sure of.</div> <div> </div> <div>I've seen this advice being given for the IIT-JEE, the AIEEE, and even the UPSC exams (negative marking has been introduced ).</div> <div> </div> <div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">This advice is <strong>WRONG, WRONG, WRONG.</strong></span></span></div> <div><strong></strong> </div> <div>Why am I saying so? It's all a question of probabilities. Read on to find out.</div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">Why are negative marks given?</span></strong></div> <div>Before negative marking was introduced, several students got through just by guessing questions blindly.</div> <div> </div> <div>Negative marking is meant to discourage <u>blind</u> guessing.</div> <div> </div> <div><strong>The keyword is BLIND.</strong></div> <div><strong></strong> </div> <div><strong>Negative marking is NOT meant to discourage intelligent guessing.</strong></div> <div><strong></strong> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div>Let's take the example of the IIT-JEE/AIEEE straight (one option correct out of four) questions (+3/-1). Say, there are 60 questions. You do not know the answers to any of them.</div> <div> </div> <div><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">1. Guess blindly</span></strong></div> <div>Since one out of four options is correct, odds are, you'll get one out of every four questions correct.</div> <div> </div> <div>That means that you should get around 15 questions correct, and 45 incorrect. So your total will be around (15 <em>× </em>3 - 45 <em>× </em>1) = 0, rendering you almost equal to a person who left the paper blank.</div> <div> </div> <div><em>This is how negative marking discourages blind guessing.</em></div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">2. Eliminate 1 option in every question</span></strong></div> <div>Let's say you know enough to eliminate one option in every question. Therefore, you have to guess among 3 answers. So the odds are that you get 1 out of every 3 answers correct.</div> <div> </div> <div>This means that you should get around 20 answers correct, and 40 wrong. The total will be around (20 <em>× </em>3 - 40 <em>× </em>1) = 20. This means that you will be better off than if you had left the paper blank.</div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">3. Eliminate 2 options in every question</span></strong></div> <div>Your odds will improve further. You should get around 30 answers correct, and 30 wrong. The total will be around (30 <em>× </em>3 - 30 <em>× </em>1) = 60. Your score is MUCH better than if you had left the paper blank.</div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>Moral of the story</em></span></div> <div>For a +3/-1 question, ALWAYS guess once you have eliminated at least one answer.<strong> ALWAYS.</strong></div> <div><strong></strong> </div> <div><strong></strong> </div> <div><strong></strong> </div> <div>Note that this is valid for all multiple choice questions in which the negative mark for a wrong answer is <strong>1/(n-1)</strong> times the mark for a right answer. <strong>n</strong> is the number of options.</div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div>The situation can change according to the value of the fraction.</div> <div> </div> <div><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">For the +4/-1 comprehension questions (in this year's IIT-JEE - 2009/2008/2007):</span></strong></div> <div>Even if you guess blindly, in 60 questions your score will be around (15 <em>× </em>4 - 45 <em>× </em>1) = 15. Therefore you should ALWAYS attempt such questions, <strong>even if you have to guess blindly.</strong></div> <div><strong></strong> </div> <div><strong></strong> </div> <div><strong></strong> </div> <div><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">For the +5/-1 multiple answer questions (previous IIT-JEEs):</span></strong></div> <div>There are 14 possible incorrect answers and only one possible correct answer. In 60 questions, if you guess blindly, you will get (4 <em>× </em>5 - 56 <em>× </em>1) = -36, i.e. badly hit.</div> <div> </div> <div>If you are sure of one option being correct, there can be 8 possible answers -- you will get 1 out of 8 answers right. The odds are still against you.</div> <div> </div> <div>If you are sure of 1 correct option and one other option (correct or incorrect), there can be 4 possible answers. <strong>The odds are *now* in your favour.</strong></div> <div><strong></strong> </div> <div>If you are sure of one option being incorrect, there can be 7 possible answers -- the odds are against you.</div> <div> </div> <div>If you know two options are incorrect, there can be 3 possible answers -- <strong>the odds are in your favour.</strong></div> <div><strong></strong> </div> <div>Therefore, guessing is a bad idea, unless you are sure of two options either way.</div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div><em>Remember -- <strong>this is not a substitute for knowing the answers</strong>. You will always score the highest if you know the answers.</em></div> <div><em></em> </div> <div><em>PS. It is possible that by chance you get all the answers you guessed right, or all the answers you guessed wrong. This chance is very small, however. To get all 60 questions wrong, the chances are (3/4)<sup>60</sup> = 3.19 × 10<sup>-8</sup>. The probability of getting all 60 questions correct is even lower: (1/4)<sup>60</sup> = 7.52 × 10<sup>-37</sup>.</em></div> <div><em></em> </div> <div><strong>EDIT: </strong>Some more information on this can be found at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Expected_value">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Expected_value</a> . The concept of expected values is also present in gambling, and guessing is quite similar to gambling, in a mathematical sense. The important thing is to get the odds in your favour.</div></span>Hemanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784144217217662257noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008811512828499119.post-88688376871758180112009-02-28T10:08:00.000-08:002009-02-28T10:40:35.515-08:00Anything for you mam!Leave Seerat aside for some time. Lately I've been getting a lot of questions in comments from IITJEE aspirants regarding love life @ IITs.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">NOTE: If you are really want to crack JEE, stop here, switch off your computer and don't visit this site before completion of your orentiation period at IIT.</span><br /><br />Following text is complied after getting detailed feedback from current students at IITs/ISM/BHU.<br /><br />For those who don't have time to read the entire post, here is the summary, in two lines.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">#1</span></span> : <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">BOY</span></span> +<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">GIRL</span></span></span> -------<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">IIT/ISM/BHU + DESERTED PLACE</span> -------> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">SOLTIONS TO MATHS ASSINGMENT.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*Remember, above reaction will not, under any circumstances, will become William "son" synthesis (pun intented).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">#2: Remember, here girls make boyfriends so that they can learn quantum physics from you!</span></span><br /><br />Now lets get to the complete post:<br /><br />Most of you will come here thinking:<br /><br /><ol><li>Lecture will be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">interesting</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">eventful</span>.</li><li>You will be able to understand whatever prof. will tell us.<br /></li><li>You will find the course content easy(after all we are IITians, thus smart<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"></span> people).</li><li>You will get good grades and marks easily as we used to get in school.</li><li>Most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">importantly</span>, there will be one "<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">NEHA</span></span>" waiting for us. </li></ol>Now you guys want "<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">NEHA</span></span>" because:<br /><br /> 1. You never had one.<br /> 2. You read "FIVE POINT SOMEONE" and you thought that it would be great to have one.<br /> 3. Basic instinct.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Love (*cough* LUST *cough*) Quest</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">:</span><br /><br /> 1. Lists of gals who looked even a little bit decent were made and night long <span style="font-style: italic;">"bhakchodi</span>"aka discussions and plans of getting them were made.<br /><br /> 2. Many of the dare-devils tried their luck thinking that it will be on first come first serve basis.Now,these guys have some interesting stories to tell of how painful their acts of dare devilry were .<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">How cold was the response!</span><br /> 3. 2-3 of these guys got nick names for their whole stay here due to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">thes</span>E acts.don't ask me to mention those events in detail and the names . I don't want to spray salt on their wounds by yelling out what conspired in public.<br /><br /> 4. the talks about gals continued day in and day out.<br />talking to a gal .asking for a pen or a copy was thought of as an achievement and greatly celebrated and if somehow u got caught talking to gal <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">explanation</span> were to be given and a treat(we call it party!) was demanded.<br />soon picture became clear!(is it now even?)<br />and '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">FUNDAS</span>' FROM SENIORS CAME POURING IN! GOD BLESS OUR SENIORS!<br /><br /><ol><li>GUYS! if u want a gal in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">IIT</span> go for her now!<br /></li><li>booking will close in one month and u will be left stranded.</li><li>to tell u the truth these gals r shit!</li><li>after iit you will get damn gorgeous item, forget these girls here!<br /></li><li>there r better ones outside the campus.</li><li>don't ever think of a prof's daughter it's IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!!!!!!</li></ol><br /><br />few of them r not shit. they r quite good .i must say. But,this makes the task tougher.If u have a select 4-5 gals which r good and about 500 boys ...u know the price tag.i can't explain the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">screwed</span> equation(sex ratio) any further.<br /><br />and as we people researched we found they already r <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">committed</span> long before coming over here.<br />ha! that was not cool! u know.<br /><br />days passed and guys around me became <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">despos</span>(<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">desperate</span>) tried radical things...and we got no surprises.<br /><br />course load and assignments do not allow us to venture out and try our lucks..<br />so,few guys have started liking boys too. ;)<br /><br />the dreams of that sunset,walking with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">NEHA</span> in the lawns ,eating an ice cream cone.those lovely nice talks .those shivers that would have travelled down our bodies on touching her,those divine feeling of having someone special.that caring hand and that beautiful voice which would have got us going. all such wishes .our dreams have been shattered. into pieces...<br /><br /><br />yea yea yea!<br />hold on!Hemanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784144217217662257noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008811512828499119.post-80414407584614041602009-02-23T15:31:00.000-08:002009-04-16T22:15:23.013-07:00My First Crush @ ISM: Part 3She dragged me out of the lab holding my fortunate left hand (My right one would have turned green in envy!)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"Hey, see I know it was none of your fault. Let's go and tell him"</span> She said, looking in my eyes. I was about to get lost in her eyes, but the thought <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">"why the heck shes helping me?"</span> was not letting me do it.<br /><br />I nodded and followed her to Prof's room. She knocked the door (I felt like a sissy!).<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"Come in"</span> A voice came from inside. We entered the room.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"You...You... get out!!!"</span> he said, looking at me, in a repulsive tone.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">"Sir, please listen to us!"</span> She said<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">"There's nothing to listen"</span> He said, balantly.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">"Sir please listen to us!"</span> She said, in voice so sweet that even devil would melt, so did he.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">"Why are you speaking on his behalf? Is he dumb?"</span> He said, softly.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">"Sorry sir!"</span> I said, for the first time.<br /><br />I don't know what was in his face or may be the way he spoke, it always made me giggle and roll on the floor of my mind.I was trying <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"></span> to pose sincerely in front of him,making a baby face which I loved doing since school days.You got to have this skill ,if you too had those Naughty days in school as me, and u were generally at the wrong place at wrong times.<br /><br />Seriousness,sincerity were never natural, I had to act,and ,at times i tended to overact.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"Sir he is sorry, let him go!"</span> Man I was lovin' this! She was doing so much for me.<br /><br />I thought it's over.The devil will let me free,he will forgive me for my 'Cardinal sin' of laughing at him and not listening to him sincerely. I was exulting and dancing in my head.Thanked her and blew kisses, all in my mind.<br /><br />B, it never ends this easily for me .She was trying to convince him that it was not my fault and am just as sincere student as anybody is, she was facing those droplets<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"></span> of saliva on her pretty face, add to that this his bad breath and you can understand how hard was for her to go through that just for me, and there came one huge one and she sighted <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"></span> it and saved herself getting hit from that missile matrix style, I broke out and giggled loud enough <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"></span> to reach his old ears.<br /><br />I think he was aware that he had this "Spray bottle" mouth from which those deadly fumes jet out, and people<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"></span> get annoyed by this.<br /><br />Now,firstly she turned her face and then my giggle which was not musical, so consequence....<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong></strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">"Get out both of you!"</span> He shouted, then he turned to her and said<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">"You too will face the disco! Be with him there!"</span> He said.<br /><br />We sneaked out of his room.<br /><br />I was feeling sorry for her, she came here just to save me and now was in the same trouble.<br /><br /><br /><br />But, I had no strength to say sorry, we walked a through that corridor and reached the lift.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"See these profs are like this and this prof is infamous over his irritability .My brother told me about few profs with whom one must keep extra care, else they can wreck u all over."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">"Your brother told u about him..how..? Was he in ISM too?</span> I said interrupting her in between.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"Ya. he passed out 2 years ago, a Gold Medalist"</span> She said with an obvious gleam in her eyes.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"Oh really? great!'</span> I replied ,internally I was cursing my fate..who wants the brother of the gal you have crush on to be a 'STUD' ? It stamps your mediocrity.<br /><br />I was lost in realizing how impossible was it to get her..<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"Hey! HERO? where r u lost? do you have any plans, any excuse to get out of this? think!!"</span> she said.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">HERO</span>? now what was that for. I looked around ,no one was there ,so it must have been for me. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Now, first of all i don't look any HERO with this face ,add to that my messy hair, neither i had done any heroic act of mine in front of her, so perhaps, she was being sarcastic!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">"Yea am thinking some way out of this. Sorry, I brought you on the same sinking boat"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"Theek hai Theek hai, it's not your fault,The prof is like this, old age and those books make them like this"</span> She said smiling.<br /><br />How devilish was her smile, a stark contrast with her pure voice, baby face those elegant ear rings, she was full of surprises and i was uncovering them; every moment.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">"Yea true, whenever I look at him ,it gets hard for me to resist my laughter. Books and their frustrated life makes them so irritable "</span> I uttered.<br /><br />I had lots of to say about the profs but i preferred repeating exactly whatever she said. I was following the golden rule don't open your mouth too early and too much in front of people.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"Yea true"</span> she said. I sounded boring to her,it was evident from her short reply.<br />there was silence for a second then she spoke<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"Okie let us go to the lecture, we r already late! Hurry up"</span> and I wanted those combined classes to go forever.<br /><br />We had to go to the VIth block to attend the class. All the guys were looking at me in awe and envy when I entered the class with her.Man!! there is no better feeling to enter in a lecture hall with a beautiful gal by your side. It's just too satisfying to see green faces!!!!!!!<br /><br />We took adjacent seats,were already late so had to sit in last rows.It is just normal for me, I have been a back bencher all way through school. Anyways she was there with me on the back seats, she took out her notebook and shifted her attention towards BS the prof was saying and i too did the same.<br /><br />Though i never loved studying anything except Maths, Physics and Literature, I ,like most JEE crackers have this uncanny ability to concentrate on things and subjects which we had no interest in.<br /><br />So, in that class too i was concentrating hard, but a sweet flowery smell was distracting me ,on my right adjacent to me was her; sitting so elegantly,gracefully, glowing face with child like innocence and filled with wisdom of the right and wrong!<br />Am I going over board in appreciating her? No! she is like this, in fact better.<br />I was immersed in her and she in the topic being done and there she took that pen in her mouth , thinking something, then she lifted her hand.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">"ya..answer"</span> said another prof<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"Sir, first we draw that top view of the solid ..project on auxiliary plane....and..."</span><br /><br />All of the students turned their faces towards her, and there was me totally unaware of the happenings, looking at her like a fanatic looks towards his 'idol'!<br />the class began to giggle, claps and all diverted her attention but not mine.(I was still immersed in her). She turned towards me, and i was taken aback. Looked away and then I realised i was the center of attention and all those guys and gals were going crazy, watching me seeing her madly.<br />I tried to compose myself, started looking at her again as if nothing has happened and she completed her answer.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">"good"</span> said the prof. I think he had not got anything . They r dumb creatures after all.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"hey! Why were you looking at me like that? These guys will make fun of you"</span> she said, right after the class.<br /><br />I avoided her eyes, I had no explanation to that, should I have said <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">"You are so beautiful miss, I got lost in u"?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >Hell No!!</span>I kept my silence.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"Okay, take care of it next time, I have to go, give me your no. I will call you to discuss what should be done tomorrow in the DISCO"</span>.<br /><br />I thought my ears are ringing, she said something else! How can a gal like her ask for my no.?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"No?? don't u have any?"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">"yea..yea..sorry i was thinking of something..here is it 987.......0"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"Thinking something, Yea already seem to be lost in something, you are a complete idiot!"</span> She said, smiling.<br /><br />I loved that, if a gal calls u an idiot so lovingly it is always a good omen!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"Meet me at the NESCKI at 9 PM ,I will be waiting for u and let me know what u have thought as an excuse, bye now!"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">"yea sure..bye"</span><br /><br />We waved a short bye and I walked back to hostel thinking all along the way if she had to call me to the nescki, why she took my no.?<br /><br />I was of course on cloud nine, it was hard to touch the ground, the winds were taking me in those fantasy worlds. And it was magical, I remembered her devilish smile, and paused the reel in the memory to just look at her smile, with full devotion.<br /><br />More Later....<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">NOTE</span>: These are true events, with a little distortion or rather suppression of facts for obvious reasons.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">PS: Don't post obscene comments, else you will get banned from here forever. I will rather block your ISP.</span>Hemanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784144217217662257noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008811512828499119.post-61445381137075035922009-02-21T09:09:00.000-08:002009-02-21T09:10:48.272-08:00Busy...Hey guys, busy for a while. Next post may take quite some time.<br /><br />Regards<br />HemantHemanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784144217217662257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008811512828499119.post-67251466748537758692009-02-20T07:15:00.000-08:002009-04-16T22:15:23.013-07:00My First Crush @ ISM: Part 2<a href="http://humblefool.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-crush-ism.html">CLICK HERE</a> FOR PART 1<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Meeting came to an end, and I got all the information about her from my sleuths in Girls Hostel. Then under some "circumstances" I got many chances to talk to her (Which I never missed, wait... How could I?). Then few months later: One Morning:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">"Saale jaag ja 8:50 ho gaya hai!!!"</span> Mithilesh said with a kick </span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">"BC, class to 9:00 hai!!"</span> I uttered, while rubbing the impact area.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">"Ha Ha Ha, beta aaj to phategi teri, PP ki combined lab hai....AP Chem waalo ke saath.... chupa le raha hai class!"</span> Arjun said and ran like hell along with Mithilesh (They sometimes seem to be more than just friends!).</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /><br />I stood up within a split of a second, picked my clothes off the floor, grabbed my bag and left for main academic area.(Without even brushing my teeth!)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ever since I remember, I always manage to beat the time, weekdays or weekends, I'm always late, not more than 10 minutes. I have some innate ability to waste time. </span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >I never get to eat breakfast, like majority of other "fashionably late" folks. This is the reason majority of the ex-fat asses here are as thin as me. I am so thin that I can't get any thinner, so breakfast or no breakfast, hardly shows on me, instead it shows on those elephants and rhinos (No hard feelings.... Morons!)!<br /><br />After running faster than cheetah, I covered more than 1.5 Kms in just few minutes.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">So...I reached the lab at the 4th floor in the main building .I was already late, it was 9:10 by his clock and he was giving pre-experiment </span><em style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Gyaan</span> </em><span style="font-family:arial;">which possibly none of us had interest in.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I tried to sneak in ,avoiding his eagle eyes; quickly taking my lab coat on and trying to mix in the group already present, from the back side.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"You! where have you been till now! Do you know how late you are?"</span> He blared.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" >"sir....rrrr...sirrrrrr....... that lift ..sirrrrr......"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >"what? ...lift?!!!!! "</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">"sir,that lift got jammed"</span> I said referring to one of the lifts in the main building.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">"jammed? why always your lift gets jammed? Can't you come up with some other better lie?"</span> He said, coming at kissable distance from me.<br /><br />Tell you this was torturous, he was notorious for his body odor,bad breath (My mouth is always fresh, even without brushing!) and what not. He used to literally spit on u when he talked! (Remember that prof. in Main Hoon Na?)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">"sir,sorry.."</span> I said trying to make an apologetic face which I was a master at, after all I had to do it all my way through school because of my naughty bones which for one reason or other always had me in positions where I had to pretend.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"sorry?... what sorry? ...is this the way u r going to when u get a job? they will cut your pay or can even throw u out if u come late!"</span> He said.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And after this he continued to give all the lectures on importance of time,punctuality. Somehow I was taking all that boring crap which almost every teacher in my life had told me on reaching late like in coaching classes,school and where not!</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">It was the same crap. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">But anyways..I was to make serious and sincere face in front of the prof ..which i was doing ..<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">But what was getting unbearable was the spray of bacterias ,the smell from his mouth..water droplets or say drops or dollops were hitting my face with great momentum ..and it felt like i had some serious folly by arriving late by 10 minutes in that lab</span> and god(which does not exist) is punishing me for this cardinal sin!....</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">now..what happened is the group of friends (or call them bastards, rascals, assholes!!) who were standing behind the prof i.e. in front of me..were having a good time seeing me suffer, and they did what i always do when i see some one suffering</span>, <em style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">try and do something that will increase his suffering,tell u this is the way i am (since I'm here)..i've idolised the bad guys from joker to agent smith and molfoy to green goblin and Hitler,Genghis khan etc</em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >.)</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Obviously they were not talented neither had any experience to increase my troubles in the best way..but they did fine..and they started making faces,enacting many dirty things too making some dirty signs at the prof..and it was impossible to control a giggle..and i began to giggle...</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"what? is this a joke for u?"</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> </span>he said his eyes red in anger..</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">"no sir that"</span> I said sensing that it's getting serious now.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >"ok..let me let u see some real punishment now! we will meet in the disco!"</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />For the ones who don't know, disco is not the same disc</span>.<span style="font-family:arial;"> Don't assume that </span><em style="font-family: arial;">khadoos</em><span style="font-family:arial;"> prof has invited me to the nearest hip joint, to make me meet her beautiful daughter ,to know each other,as he finds me a good prospect for her, even if it were that, I wouldn't have married his daughter. Who wants to have a <span style="font-style: italic;">spitty</span> father-in-law? </span><span style="font-family:arial;">it is DISCO - DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE and u don't practice dance for hip-hop numbers if u have been invited to one.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />As, i had known much about it earlier through seniors i knew what it can mean.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">"Sir,sorry ..sorry...those ppl were making me laugh</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">" </span>i said pointing to those devils.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">He moved around and scene changed ..they started reading from their manuals and discussing things ..faces so studious that i also disbelieved that just moments ago they were making me laugh.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I knew ,now am finished.</span><span style="font-family:arial;">he turned around and said <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"5:30 PM ,Senate room"</span> and left me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A swarm of guys and gals came towards me surrounding me, consoling me and some people having fun in my moment of grief, telling me how bad it can get and all....</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">and there was Seerat</span>.</span> She didn't excite me (That Much ;)) this time because i was in deep trouble.<br /><br />She came near and told those guys</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" >"shut up!.. he is so much pain.." (I'm using pink, because it is the color of cute girls)</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I was happy to see her sympathy and appreciated her caring nature and boldness to face the world on her own.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"come on ..</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Hemant we need to talk to the prof</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;">"</span> Taking my hand and getting me out of that crowd, </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">her hands were the softest and the warmest thing I ever had touched..just imagine how much time it would have taken me to get to take her hand ? May be it was impossible..</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">but procrastination rocks ...I was holding her hand! or rather she was holding mine!!</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Strange r the ways of destiny (Now, In which I believe!), I was ready to face DISCO if it included holding her hand!</span><br /><br />More to come!! Stay Tuned!<br /><br />No Spoliers from ISMiets please! Do not post it in comments section. It will ruin the fun for other readers!</span>Hemanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784144217217662257noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008811512828499119.post-82545914543884682602009-02-20T03:19:00.000-08:002009-02-20T03:21:50.136-08:00An Apology!<div class="entry"> <div class="snap_preview"><p><em><strong>Once upon a time there lived in woods,<br />a small rabbit who was very naive.<br />It assumed it knew everything,<br />the way of cunning world in which it was alive.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>” Be friends with everyone”,<br />this is what it always believed in,<br />“Never hurt anyone”,<br />this is what it considered the biggest sin.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Despite these ideals,it did hurt many,<br />knowingly or the other way,<br />it couldnt bear the despise from any,<br />Which landed it on the grounds of grief and dismay.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>The other animals didnt hate it,<br />nor did they love,<br />What pricked it the most then??,<br />it was adoration then,its a formality now.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>how rude it is,<br />“to gain someone, you’d have to loose the other”.<br />Whats the point in being such a society,<br />Where friendship is such a bother!!</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Rabbit grew smarter,<br />It learnt a lesson,<br />“Talk to everyone,<br />be friends to none”.</strong></em></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong>There is a rabbit in me now,<br />It has got into me somehow.<br />I confess I have started being skin-deep,<br />Its better for me than to cry and make others weep.</strong></em></span></p> </div> </div>Hemanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784144217217662257noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008811512828499119.post-84171759874858410892009-02-19T06:56:00.000-08:002009-12-19T12:24:16.050-08:00My First Crush @ ISMImpossible it may seem, but I rarely fall for girls. But when I do, I do it completely. ISM is really rich in societies. We have societies for everything, you name it; we have it.Reading, writing, cooking, quiz, heck people were planning a society for porn! So it was first day on one such society. There were 100+ students in the meeting hall and everyone was asked to introduce themselves on a 6 by 6 stage. There was one idiot senior (read society president) who was asking people to come by turn. I was in the last row (As usual) and was busy with my mobile phone. I was finding those crappy mobile games interesting than ever, maybe because I had no option, because what was going on there was really killing me with its stupidity.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Saale dekh, Phaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad hai!!"</span></span> he said. Shaking me, trying to divert my attention to that girl. I was already pissed off by looking at the !@#$%^& faces of "intelligent" girls. I tried to ignore this information. I knew that "phaad hai" is not possible in ISM. That that asshole made me to look at her and<br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><br />
<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">Gossssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!</span></span><br />
<br />
I was taken aback! I rewinded the crap I was passively listening to and played it again.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: red; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Hi, my name is Seerat....hmmmmmmmm......... My hobbies are studying, reading and dancing.......I'm from chandigarh.......My AIR is 2xxx"</span><br />
<br />
"Tell me she is not a student. Tell me she is a visitor, wait...... she said that her AIR is 2xxx....... Man this is not true!!" I said in astonishment.<br />
<br />
"It is" he said.<br />
<br />
I was not ready for shocks like these in ISM. A girl, like that, that too in ISM? Impossible!!<br />
<br />
I had to pinch myself as I had known it is a way to check whether you are wake or in a dream. It hurt and I loved that feeling. We had a gal in ISM like her! wohaaaa!<br />
<br />
<span style="color: red; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">To describe her to you all is something I would love to do.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: red; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> * Long hair which were nicely tied.(I complimented her for this ,later)</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> * Glowing skin.</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> * EYES showing her innocence,sincerity and what not?</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> * Nice oval face,and a long nose, and all the other elements namely ears,nose were in place and making a combination that is worth a look (not once may be a thousand times)</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> * A nice height 5'6 approx.</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> * Sweet voice..that entered my heart!</span><br />
<br />
May be the profs also liked her pristine beauty. They asked her all the stupid questions in the world, just trying to keep her for a longer time at the small stage where we students were giving our introduction.<br />
<br />
And I kept clutching my teeth on how they were bothering that sweet girl.<br />
<br />
<br />
More Later.... Stay tuned<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: red; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Hemanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784144217217662257noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008811512828499119.post-20709731968169388102009-02-18T03:10:00.000-08:002009-02-18T03:19:16.105-08:00Procrastination, A wonderful bliss!<span style="font-style: italic;">What is common among Intellectually Gifted People (IQ>125), IITians, MITians, JEE Smashers, </span><span style="font-style: italic;">ACM Champions, Olympiad Champions,Vijay Mallya, Albert Einstein, Alan Guth, Nicholas Tesla?</span><br /><br />Can't figure out? It is <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">PROCRASTINATION!</span><br /><br />I don't understand why people are so sentimental about time! If time management were of<br />such help why isn't everyone of them tycoon or something? Time management sucks, yet people<br />stick to it. Time management is ultimate trademark of an idiot.<br /><br />Ever since I remember I always manage to beat time. No matter what I do, I am always late.<br />I have some innate capability to waste time, and I'm proud of it. I never did my homework<br />on time (if I did it at all), never appeared in examinations with full preparation, never<br />been to school on time (even after being vice head boy), always missed important dates,<br />pissed off my mates when I used to commute via van to my coaching classes, bunked most of<br />the classes, innumerable proxies, yet I'm at a place where most self-controlled time robots<br />couldn't make it, thanks to my exceptional ability to procrastinate.<br /><br />Now some may ask, how LACK of time management helps?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It makes you smart</span>:<br /><br /> Procrastination leaves you with loads of work to be done in short<br />amount of time. This optimizes you brain and gives you retention and intelligence of a<br />superhuman. You can perform variety of tasks with amazing accuracy and lightening speed. Thanks to great ability of human body to adapt.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You will never be disappointed</span>:<br /><br /> You can't expect anything without hardwork, isn't it?<br />Procrastination is a door to eternal elation.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You will feel great:</span><br /><br />Really, you feel amazing when you'll get a lot without doing a lot.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It makes you</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> jugaadu</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">:</span><br /><br />Ask our very own Dhawal Pratap Singh(http://dreamylives.blogspot.com).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You will have a lot of time do the things you really like:</span><br /><br />Creative Writing, Programming, Mathematics whatever your interest maybe, you will have lots of time to do it.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">Un-time management can get you the hottest chick in the college (even if it is IIT Kanpur). To know more stay tuned!</span></span>Hemanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04784144217217662257noreply@blogger.com15