The following takes place between 17^th May 5 PM and 18^th May(read Dday) 5 PM

5 PM – 6 30 PM

Sudden realization. Deadline for submission of BeeTeePee report was the next day evening 5 ‘o clock.Reports were to be submitted personally to You-Know-Who. While S and P were at work on comps, B A and Y ran to Dept to meet Professor M.

An hour’s discussion (more of an argument) on how to write the report (a HANDWRITTEN! one). Y still sticks to his point. There is no meaning in producing 5 individual diaries.THIS IS a BTech Final Year Project(sounds heavy ryt?). A single comprehensive report is so obvious. No point in experimenting on senseless issues. Are rest of the Depts crazy?

6 30 PM – 8 PM

Topic breakdown structure. A cribs (looking at Y) “ Write the start, write the end, what the hell r u gonna leave for us ?”

8 PM – 10 PM

A B P S cursed Y as he left for Dinner at Director’s Lounge.(Diro Dinner). Later P and B also showed up. Hurriedly munched some food while Dean, Diro, etc were still delivering their lectures.

9PM

No ice creams, so no point in staying any longer. Better to leave before the girls-in-saris arrived (not for the obvious reason). 20 page report in mind.

10 PM – 12 Midnight

Realized that all documents lifted from different offices are missing. After an exhaustive search in 4 rooms, Mr R arrives with all of them.Darn!

Ninja spotted in the corridor. Finished his 35 page report two days in advance. Ghissu

12 Midnight – 2 AM

Different movies running in different rooms.B watching Bommarillu.Y watching Sarfarosh . A blissfully sleeping. P getting tensed. Lots of work to do.No data available. (an A and an A+ alredy, working hard for a nine pt smthg). S partially at work,half asleep.

2 AM- 8 AM

Literature survey – all five. Understanding the scope of the topics. Planning the contents of the report.

8 AM – 10 AM

Plan into execution.

A B S – Intense data compilation. Table creation. Graph plotting. Heavy use of Kitt’s Law. P Modeling – always ends up with zero concentration of CO . Y – trying hard to incorporate more and more fatte about Doon.

Occasional naps in between.

10 AM – 2 PM.

No lunch break.

(hand)Writing process began. Junta finally come out with (at least) 10 pages each. Endless calculations going on. Ctrl C + Ctrl V actively at work.

Gr8 going

2 PM – 4 PM

Hand-xeroxed the front and back matter of the report. To-be-written stuff was all ready.Y decided to make it 20 by filling in with photographs of himself sitting in a three wheeler and walking along busy roads.

4 PM – 4 30 PM

P volunteered to bring print outs and stick files.

4 30 PM – 4 55 PM

Attached print outs ( read grafs and tables). 20 page report ready! Xeroxed it(be the first one to know your mistakes).

4 55 PM – 5 PM

It was a proud moment for all five of them, standing in front of You-Know-Who, placing the report in his own hands, and that too , well within time

The best part of the above story is, Professor M dint have the chance to look at our report even once before we submitted it.

The scene outside the Committee Room was bad, full of tension. With the clock ticking 5 already, groups which had come out with a single report, not meeting You-Know-Who‘s demands, were subject to deadly warnings. Eventually they had to give in, breaking the freshly made hard bound report into five pieces and submitting the report just like a tutorial. All my sympathies with Johri’s , Garga’s and Pappu’s.

In the words of Professor M, “ irrespective of what work you have done throughout the year, how much efforts you have put in, it finally boils down to how well you package it. Work for The 24 hours, submit a well presented report, make a good ppt, blabber smthg in the viva and you are through with a good grade.”

Stage 1- Report – successfully done

Stage 2 – Presentation and grilling viva sessions – coming soon

We all fear You-Know-Who.Give little scope and he’ll chase you and supplify you.

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“a Jack revelation of legendary proportions!”, “a long awaited confrontation between Jack and Locke” , “the rattlesnake in the mailbox” – make me wait for the coming Thursday — The two hour Season3 Finale of LOST – ‘through the looking glass’ – a Jack centric episode. Apart from the last few episodes, LOST has lost its charm.The first two seasons rocked.The third season was heavily dragged. Each episode leaves a lot of unanswered questions, only to be piled upon the previous episode’s. The makers/writers of LOST have planned it till 2010. So its going to be a long long wait to know what LOST is all about.

Whats so special about The Island? Who are The Others? What are they doing on this Island? ……..infinity. Exactly after 5 days, all LOST folders on my comp and memory shall be shift+deleted.

No matter how many new TV shows come or how many difficult-to-comprehend Japanese cartoons ( I hate them) come, there shall never be one like F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Joey (loveable), Chandler (Ah, sarcasm!), Ross (expert divorcee) , Phoebe (Dumbness personified), Monica (neat-freak-cutie chef ), Rachel (gorgeous spoilt brat) are all AWESOME! Be it even the hundredth time you are watching, there would still be a sense of freshness and a magical charm in it. Starting with The Pilot running till the LastOne, F.R.I.E.N.D.S, has been one of TV’s biggest shows ever. The first five seasons are simply superb.

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Now, with 45 people spread over two compartments, you cannot expect a long train journey to be dull and boring. People were busy killing time, each in their own way. The baccha party were all the time busy bluffing each other, while the KayPees & Co. were trying their hands at different card games. And a bigger, assorted, everybody-welcome-to-join-group was the dumbC group. From Dogra’s never-heard-of movies to Sachan’s faar from the box creativity, from Sappi’s “bhagte booth….” to Praneetha’s hilarious attempts (she seriously thought Sita was a character from The Mahabhartha)—all in all it was non stop nonsense. The early morning views were just the trailers. After about 30 hours of journey, Madgaon it was. We, 45 guys 2 gals and 2 Profs, were finally in GOA – a dream come true.

It was late in the evening by the time we reached Miramar, checked out our rooms and freshened up ourselves. The Miramar Beach was a 10 min walk from our hotel. With sun setting right in front of our eyes, lined up in a row, facing the waves – was a memorable click (and it gets better when it is Shriki with the cam). The night saw everybody tired, relishing on some good food (were there drinks too?). Friends around, lying on the sandy beach, air-full of silence except for the splashing waves — I bet ,nothing could chill u any better.

A loud ‘thud thud’ at the door woke us up in the morning, it was Sachan, panickingly shouting at us ‘abe saalon, jaldi tayar hojao, Kazmi Sir neeche khade hain aur daant rahe hain’. We were supposed to have assembled by 10 ‘o clock and this knock was just a few mins before that. Hurriedly we got ready and rushed to the Waste Water Treatment Plant. Yeah! We were on an “Educational Trip” to “Goa” and Kazmi Sir had lots of plans for us. It was not until 2 ‘o clock that we were relieved and free to roam around on our own. The fresh breeze at DonaPaula, a late evening ferry ride, a lucky pickup by Garga, and finally dinner with the girls filled that day. The whole of next day was full of field visits ranging from Konkan Railways to Madgaon Dock.

With Club Cabana and Tito’s having ‘Only Couples’ boards that day(infact night), we decided to spend some quality time on the beautiful Calingute Beach. While TheOthers were busy, Nikhy(Bakshi?! ) and me decided to have a long walk in the moonlight along the sandy beach stretching as far as our eyes could see. Then came KK’s “ Kazmi Sir aa rahe hain. Bhagoooooo” , Ninja’s bhangra with Kazmi Sir, Guptaji’s out-out with Pattu. An unforgettable quote ‘Water water everywhere, not a drop to drink. Paaaniiii Paaaniii.’ Piyush rocks! A group pic along with Kazmi Sir to wrap it up – the one night at Calingute Beach rocked! The return journey back to our hotel saw ‘God’ara in a new avatar.

Luckily, KayPee, Singhal, Pappu, Neeraj and Ankur were only five. I was the sixth one. With a combo of Pulsar, Passion and Activa we set out on a long ride to our next destination – BAGA – Oh My God! THIS is a proper Beach, full of desi and firangi colors. The best part was the water sports. The Banana Ride would leave you numb and Parasailing would take you on a high. Next destination – Dil Chatha Hai - the old fort. This place hosted the most magnificent views. The lovely breeze from across the sea forced us to Hold This Position for quite a long time After Pappu’s adventurous antics and some terrific captures we then started out for Anjuna Beach-a lovely rocky beach full of foreigners. All in all – the best day.

Highly motivated junta set out for a beach 40 kms away, early in the morning at 6!! Another Plant visit in the afternoon, the only fun part was the conversation between Gurjar Sir and Singla, narrating his experience winning a jackpot of 5k rupees, with an occasional slip-of-the-tongue. Singla Style! The 4.5 day stay at GOA came to an end with an excellent campfire near Miramar, few taxi rides, Pattu’s hilarious narrations and the good-for-nothing shoutings . Shriki(+escort) left for Hyd the next morning.

The stay at Bombay was fun, filled by Maxi, Raj, Vamsi and Adi. I liked the place, the hangout at CCD, the dinner at Chakra’s, the double-chesse-crusted-pizza and the infinte bakar. Raj’s bike ride to Dadar Station along the highway was simply awesome! The return journey, back to Roorkee, was a nightmare and it sucked in every sense.

Next time you go to Goa, make sure you carry your Driving License with you and avoid junk on Railway Stations.

The above, is just one side of the story, the presentable one, the other half, the more interesting one, shall only be kept amongst Us, Class of ‘07, Civil, IITR. Special exceptions – Saransh-the-macchi and Polo-the-impresser.

“…And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.”

Leaving the first one month of acclimatizing, every moment of stay in this place, with the people around me, will be moments I would cherish forever. The memories with which we walk down into the future, each one of us following their own paths, not knowing what destiny has in store for them, will be a treasure greater than anything. How I wish these days just go on forever. There shall be no more of ever-enthu-friends around, the hectic daily routine, and the uninteresting acads, bakras for the mischief reefs, the lovely landscaping and above all the infinite freedom. The gaming freaks, the sporting geeks, the bakar kings shall all now find themselves entrapped in a new way of life, a different style of living. Wandering in this maze, wondering where they r heading to, trying to solve the puzzle called ‘future’ are those confused souls who believe in nothing but moving along with the herd.

The above is just an unsuccessful attempt to fill myself with some emotional attachment. No matter how soon the end of days is nearing, no matter how lively these 4 loong years have been, the bug of bidding adieu to this place has not caused me any pain yet. Do I hate this place? Do I feel like running away from here? NO! NO!

Four years of life in a closed campus makes u seriously fall in love with the place and also these four years witnessed the bondage of some remarkable friendships. It sounds weird. How can one be so indifferent in spite of acknowledging all the above mentioned facts? The very reality that there would be no slow death causing pain at the time of final departure on one side and the sheer stone hearted brutal nature on the other are so troublesome. But is this good to be like this or am I being cursed?

If I have to list down all the stuff I would miss after I leave this place, some of them would be, in no particular order(an inexhaustive list ofcourse)

• never ending Bridge, Queen-of-Spades night outs
• Infinite time spent on LAN games ( read CS, Aoe)
• The early morning Cricket sessions
• The late evening hangouts at UG Club
• The late in the night BusT sittings
• The occasional football on chilly nights
• Full volume thunderous Music
• Taking pride in proxies
• The mere thrill of farras and topofying in xams
• Countless number of no-reason-for chapos
• Late night walks on the empty streets of campus
• The sit outs along Ganga Canal
• The ragging and getting ragged days
• All those movies and TV shows
• The loong chat sessions online
• Above all the fellowship of wonderful friends

The Season Finale, climax to the mood of the season- Cricket is here. The World Cup Semi Finals have always promised to be nail biting finishes. And that too an Australia-SouthAfrica battle should be a treat to watch. The Kiwis, on the other hand, looked like the only team posing a serious threat to The Kangaroos. But, it was utter disappointment to see the way two potential-winner teams were crushed to defeat mercilessly. The Oz are on a high. They look indomitable. They are running a spotless streak of victories. Looks like nobody can stop them from grabbing The Cup. The Lankans are being optimistic. All they can do/say is flash back of ‘96 World Cup and nothing more. The Aussies will continue their mass murdering assault. My bet is definitely on the Kangaroos, what say Mr.President, what r u planning to lose this time? Ice creams , chocs? Ozzie fans gimme a Hell Yeah!!!!

Someone once said ‘necessity is the mother of invention, curiosity is the genesis of destruction.’ When u see a skeleton and cross bones, u should not Gelk. How foolish can u get. Curiosity kills.

ComingSoon on ComfyNumb : complete story of GodferyOstwaldAldwin

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