Magic Mukul

I read newspapers online at 12 midnight when the next days edition is released.
I spend more time online chatting then I am awake.
I recently had a day-out with friends whom i know just through their blogs.
I almost had a relationship online, which presumably doesn't exist offline.

But I think I am OK. Some people actually have dinner online.

Turning 20 on Jan 23, 2009 and currently life is stagnating. Following is the list to bring back some excitement:

20.       Tell everybody I am turning 20.
19.       Decide what to do with my life.
18.       Clean my room.
17.       Get a facial.
16.       Learn to drive a car.
15.       Complete my collection of Archer
14.       Grow my hair long.
13.       Work for another start-up.
12.       Start Gymming.
11.       Join Salsa.
10.       Take a bath.
09.       Compile my photo album.
08.       Go paragliding.
07.       Get a blackberry.
06.       Road Trip to Ladakh.
05.       Walk to Simla.
04.       Get a Car.
03.       Go to Las Vegas.
02.       Find a luv.
01.       Drop-out?

I did not have the honour of writing "a guide to grading". It is by Daniel J. Slove.


http://www.concurringopinions.com/archives/2006/12/a_guide_to_grad.html

Do read the comments on the post.

My guide to grading would just state that A+B=C+D should be implemented individually and not collectively.

For example if I am getting a D i should get an A in some other course. Afterall, A=D. And it would be fair to everybody. No?

It's that time of year again. Students have taken their finals, and now it is time to grade them. It is something professors have been looking forward to all semester. Exactness in grading is a well-honed skill, taking considerable expertise and years of practice to master. The purpose of this post is to serve as a guide to young professors about how to perfect their grading skills and as a way for students to learn the mysterious science of how their grades are determined. Grading begins with the stack of exams, shown in Figure 1 below.

The next step is to use the most precise grading method possible. There never is 100% accuracy in grading essay exams, as subjective elements can never be eradicated from the process. Numerous methods have been proposed throughout history, but there is one method that has clearly been proven superior to the others. See Figure 2 below.

The key to this method is a good toss. Without a good toss, it is difficult to get a good spread for the grading curve. It is also important to get the toss correct on the first try. Exams can get crumpled if tossed too much. They begin to look as though the professor actually read them, and this is definitely to be avoided. Additional tosses are also inefficient and expend needless time and energy. Note the toss in Figure 3 below. This is an example of a toss of considerable skill -- obviously the result of years of practice.

Note in Figure 3 above that the exams are evenly spread out, enabling application of the curve. Here, however, is where the experts diverge. Some contend that the curve ought to be applied as in Figure 4 below, with the exams at the bottom of the staircase to receive a lower grade than the ones higher up on the staircase.

According to this theory, quality is understood as a function of being toward the top, and thus the best exams clearly are to be found in this position. Others, however, propose an alternative theory (Figure 5 below).

They contend that that the exams at the bottom deserve higher grades than the ones at the top. While many professors still practice the top-higher-grade approach, the leading authorities subscribe to the bottom-higher-grade theory, despite its counterintuitive appearance. The rationale for this view is that the exams that fall lower on the staircase have more heft and have traveled farther. The greater distance traveled indicates greater knowledge of the subject matter. The bottom higher-grade approach is clearly the most logical and best-justified approach.
Even with the grade curve lines established, grading is far from completed. Several exams teeter between levels. The key is to measure the extent of what is referred to as "exam protrusion." Exams that have small portions extending below the grade line should receive a minus; exams with protrusions above the grade lines receive a plus.
But what about exams that are right in the middle of a line. In Figure 6 below, this exam teeters between the A and B line. Should it receive and A- or a B+?

This is a difficult question, but I believe it is clearly an A-. The exam is already bending toward the next stair, and in the bottom-higher-grade approach, it is leaning toward the A-. Therefore, this student deserves the A- since momentum is clearly in that direction.
Finally, there are some finer points about grading that only true masters have understood. Consider the exam in Figure 7 below. Although it appears on the C stair and seems to be protruding onto the B stair, at first glance, one would think it should receive a grade of C+. But not so. A careful examination reveals that the exam is crumpled. Clearly this is an indication of a sloppy exam performance, and the grade must reflect this fact. The appropriate grade is C-.

One final example, consider in Figure 8 below the circled exam that is is very far away from the others at the bottom of the staircase. Is this an A+?

Novices would think so, as the exam has separated itself a considerable distance from the rest of the pack. However, the correct grade for this exam is a B. The exam has traveled too far away from the pack, and will lead to extra effort on the part of the grader to retrieve the exam. Therefore, the exam must be penalized for this obvious flaw.
As you can see, grading takes considerable time and effort. But students can be assured that modern grading techniques will produce the most precise and accurate grading possible, assuming professors have achieved mastery of the necessary grading skills.

Kya karegi tu ghar se nikalke, jaaegi tu kahaan,
Kya dekhegi tu Taj Mahal ko, main na hoon jo wahaan,
Kya nazar aur kya nazaare, kuchh nahin inmein baat,
Nagri-nagri kya dhoondegi, main nahi jo tere saath.

Kabhi aana tu meri gully
Tujhe palkon pe rakhoonga ji.
Baat dil ki karoon Hindustani jo hoon,
Jab jee chaahe to aaja na jee.
Kabhi aana tu meri gully-2

Kya karegi tu Kashmir jaake, swarg tera yahaan
Kya baithegi tu Ganga-kinaare, main na hoon jo wahaan.
Kya ye jannat, kya ye teerath, kuchh nahin tere kaam
Ho jaaenge dhaam saare, legi jab mera naa-ha-ha-ha-haam.

Kabhi aana tu meri gully
Tujhe palkon pe rakhoonga ji.
Baat dil ki karoon Hindustani jo hoon,
Jab jee chaahe to aaja na jee.
Kabhi aana tu meri gully-2

Tujhe dil mein basaa loonga ji
Mere dil ke mohalle mein aake dil lagaake to jaa
Saari gullian tujhe hee pukaarein, aake to sun zaraa.
Na chinar hai, na pahadh hai, na samunder yahaan,
Phir bhi shahron ka shahar hai, main rahoon jo yahaan.

Kabhi aana tu meri gully
Tujhe palkon pe rakhoonga ji.
Baat dil ki karoon Hindustani jo hoon,
Jab jee chaahe to aaja na jee.
Kabhi aana tu meri gully-2

Baat dil ki kahoon aur dil se hee sunoo…
Baat dil ki kahoon tere dil mein rahoon…

Debate 08
Extremism in defense of justice is no vice.
Against the motion


Ist innings

First of all, I would like to apologize as I have not been able to prepare for this debate. The format of the debate is such that it was a logistical impossibility for me and Himanshu to practice together. In fact, I feel the format of the debate has done a great injustice has been done to me. And as the topic of the debate is Extremism in defense of justice is not a vice, I can go to any extreme to defend justice. And the most extreme measure which I can currently think of is to get some tomatoes from the cafe and throw them at the person who decided to with this format. So right now the question before the house is whether I should be allowed to throw tomatoes as it would not be a vice, or should I be restrained as it may be a vice after all.


2nd innings

As many of the previous speakers have pointed out, justice is subjective. If i see it from the judges point of view, they just wanted SAASC speakers to bond better. Now, what could Raina do if Himanshu and I are not made for each other. Just my luck.
Look at Kshitij and GSB, each and every move appeared to have been practised for nights together. True Mechanchis. Keep the Mechanchi Flag flying high.
And its official now. SAASC is an active supporter of liberal rights movement.
"Please stop trying to recruit me into homosexuality."
Anyways, thanks for having me. Have a gay day :)

Debate 07
American interventionism in Afghanistan is neo-imperialism
against the motion

I would like to start wid an analogy. Afghanistan is like Aishwarya Rai. Aishwarya was fucked by A and then by B and finally loved by AB. Similarly Afghanistan was fucked by Russia, and then by Pakistan and finally is being loved by America.

You love someone, but she spurns you. You are reconciled to that, as long as she does not rub it in further by showing interest in someone else. How will you express these feelings ?
Look no further than the lyrics of this song. The more I go through the lyrics, the more impressed I am with the lyricist. How coherently he expresses the feelings of a jilted lover.
This song has quite deservingly, become a classic.


Tum Agar Mujhko Na Chaaho To Koi Baat Nahin
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Tum Agar Mujhko Na Chaaho To Koi Baat Nahin
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Ab Agar Mael Nahin Hai To Judaai Bhi Nahin
Baat Todi Bhi Nahin Tumne Banai Bhi Nahin
Yeh Sahara Hi Bahut Hai Mere Jeene Ke Liye
Tum Agar Meri Nahin Ho To Parayi Bhi Nahin
Mere Dil Ko Na Saraaho Mere Dil Ko Na Saraaho
To Koi Baat Nahin To Koi Baat Nahin
Gair Ke Dil Ko Saraahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Tum Haseen Ho Tumhe Sab Pyar Bhi Karte Honge
Maein Jo Marta Hoon To Kya Aur Bhi Marte Honge
Sabki Aankhon Mein Issi Shaukh Ka Toofan Hoga
Sabke Seene Mein Yahi Dard Ubharte Honge
Mere Gham Mein Na Karaaho Mere Gham Mein Na Karaaho
To Koi Baat Nahin To Koi Baat Nahin
Aur Ke Gham Mein Karaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
phool ki tarah hanso sabki nigahon me raho
apni maasoom jawani ki panahon me raho
mujhko wo din na dikhana tumhe apni hi kasam
main tarasta rahoon tum gair ki baahon me raho
tum jo mujhse na nibaho tum jo mujhse na nibaho
to koi baat nahi to koi baat nahi
kisi dushman se nibahogi to mushkil hogi
tum kisi aur ko chahogi to mushkil hogi
Tum Agar Mujhko Na Chaaho To Koi Baat Nahin
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi
Tum Kisi Aur Ko Chaahogi To Mushkil Hogi

English Translation

I do not mind if you do not like me, but I certainly mind if you start liking someone else.
We are not friends, so there is no question of us separating, you have neither broken not formed anything between us. This is enough for me to live. You are not mine, nor are you someone else’s.
I do not mind if you do not praise me, I surely mind if you start praising someone else.
You are beautiful, there are many who love you. I am your admirer, but I may not be the only one.There may be many who may be having similar feelings about you.I do not mind if you do not empathise with my sorrows, but I certainly mind if you start empathising with the sorrows of someone else.
I wish you the best of luck in your life, but I hope I will not have to see a day when I am craving for you but you are in the arms of some stranger. I do not mind if you cannot live with me, but I certainly mind if you start living with an enemy.

Is it okay to ask your nurse out? Readers, I seek your guidance on this monumental question which has been tormenting me lately. Due to the good I must have done in my previous lifetime, I landed up at Fortis hospital. All was fine, and by that I mean nothing out of ordinary happened, till the shift of the nurses changed. The clock said 8 pm and in she walked into the room and hence my life. I was barely in a position to stare. I was waking up just for going to the washroom and planned on going back to sleep. But just like out of a story, I was awake at the precise time she entered and could do nothing but stare. That was the first encounter. You`d think that the last thing a person with dengue would have on their mind is checking out their nurse. Well...u thought wrong.

The next day was spent scolding myself for not paying attention to her name tag. Ahem, you see, I was too busy looking at her face. She had a kind of face which is always smiling no-matter when you look. Her smile lit up the world. And the radiance just forces you to smile back. Oh, and don’t even get me started on the cute pony tail she had. In short, I think I had fallen head over heels for her. She came, she saw, and she conquered and I still did not have the name because alas, I couldn’t read without my glasses. Dengue patients wouldn’t normally need glasses. The classes were in some goddamn cupboard. The next day and I almost asked the day nurse what the name of night nurse was. But then that would be making it too obvious. I just held back. I was in far better shape when she came in next. Had been improving by leaps and bounds. I made some small talk. Where did she live etc etc. My Father jumped into the conversation suddenly . He had been stoically at my side since my illness, making sure everything works out. But alas, he is better at conversation. ‘What now?’ ,I thought. ‘Do I have to compete with my father for attention. Father, go back to your paper please.’ Shit. Another night had gone and I still did not know her name. My health had improved a lot. That night would have probably been my last night .I was desperately waiting for 8 pm. Father wasn’t there. He had gone to grab a bite. Finally, I thought I would make some conversation. 9 pm -dinner came in. 10 pm -no clue of her. 11pm -another sister comes in to give medicine. I painstakingly realized that my last day was her off day too. I got discharged the next day. Just as I was leaving on a wheel chair, she was coming in. she probably had a day shift. I accused her of abandoning me the night before. She said it was her night off. All I could say was bye. She raised her hand in greeting and off went my chair. I just remember a particularly trying time in my illness when we all had a scare. My platelets count fell down a lot and I needed an infusion. She was there, gently caressing my arm, so that the liquid could go in faster, and her radiant smile reassuring me that it would be okay. Did she do that for everybody, the smile, the hop, the calming conversation? I guess so. But maybe, just maybe, I was special to her too. By the way, while I was waving to her, I finally did get the name….

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I was lucky enough that my Dengue fever cured after just 1 transfusion. My neighbour is suffering from Dengue and she already has had 3 transfusions. And my doctor told me that she recently had a case who required 21 transfusions. If given a chance please do donate blood. it can make a lot of difference to somebody

Every major pulp fiction hero, worth his salt, established or took forward an investment bank in the 60 years these book usually span. He went to Harvard, he has to go to Harvard, nothing less would do, and then he landed up in a chairman`s chair kept hot for him by his Dad (who by the way too went to Harvard nothing less does.) The bank usually named after him, for ex Kaura, Kaura & only Kaura Bank, he has a house, no he has a palace which he has inherited, which has about 20 rooms, gardens, pools, the works, you know nothing less would do. And he gets a girl who usually has passed through Radcliffe, and happens to be the most beautiful and intelligent of her generation...nothing less would do. And for us mere mortals, the closest we could get to the hero, was too slog to get into one of the IIMs and then hope that Lehmann Brothers would pick you up. But lehmann Brothers went belly up this past week. 158 year old firm is today selling its buildings for some much needed "investment".

With the US government planning to socialize the losses and U.N. Secretary General Ban Ki-moon demanding less "uncritical faith in the 'magic' of markets," the live by the sword and you die by it era of capitalism may be over. Everybody would now concentrate on keeping the risks down and keeping their asses covered. The investment banker who takes a foolish risk, and is rewarded when it pays off maybe history. Their goes the fun. "Bye-Bank".

If you want to sell an application on the iPhone, you must do so through Apple's online store and you must get Apple's permission. Google is launching something called Android Market, a free-for-all site where anyone can create an application and post it online for others to download.
In techie circles this contrast is known as "the cathedral and the bazaar," based on an essay by a hacker named Eric Raymond in 1997. Raymond was writing about ways to create software, but the concept applies to the market as well. He argued that the old, hierarchical, highly controlled approach where development is controlled by a priesthood of experts (the cathedral) would be outpaced by the freewheeling open-source approach where anyone could contribute (the bazaar).

the spirit would be rekindled

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I love the time when sessionals' come around.

• Their are no family errands to do. You can get away from doing chores because you have to "study".
• Their are no social gatherings, movies, trips, dinners, lunches and other forms of fultoo tp because everyone is busy studying.
• I get some time off from the multiple (ad)ventures which i have become part of.
• The multiple clubs which are becoming very difficult to juggle cease their activities.

My schedule for the weekend before sessionals has hardly varied since i started giving sessionals.

Saturday is spent re-re-re-revising the canon of Sherlock Holmes. My reading habits which once consisted of archer, grisham, banker, gutman, and every biography and current affairs book i could lay my hands on ( besides the daily newspaper reading) are now limited to saturday reading of sherlock holmes, every 40 days.

Sunday is spent re-re-re-revising seasons of HIMYM. My TV habits which once consisted of Heroes,Lost,Boston Legal, Monk, Ghost whisperers, 10 rules..., JAG, NCIS, Criminal Minds, and every current affairs show anchored by a female(esp. NDTV) are now limited to sunday watching of HIMYM, every 40 days.

Life is fun in college but it is busy too. Sessionals are just the time when you can pause and have fun. BTW, as a result of weekend described above, i rarely score in double digits in any of the sessionals'

Finally We have a club which is not solely focused on organizing events as such but actually trying to get together and learn. SAASC blog was an idea whose time had come. And the JAM session today couldn't have better. Some excerpts:

1. Varun Singla "mlg told me that he had a brother named parle-g". A big thumbs up.
2. Abhishek Kaushal stating very matter-of-factly "Virginia is a beautiful place and even more so if you have a virgin by your side." And then Sheepishly he said "Virgin from anywhere would make anyone happy"
3. The guy who came second "My first teacher was Mrs. Mehta.Her husband's name was Mr. Mehta and their child was Mehta Mehta but we won't go into the details of Mehta Family because that is not the topic"
4. And the Winner, Vinay Satija, on a Jam which wasn't accepted "mechanchis have had a girl is factually incorrect"

3 Cheers for people who organised the session. Hope to see more such sessions. :)

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OpensourcED, technically, implies unrestricted free way traffic where anyone can contribute articles, on just about anything. The articles shall thence be subjected to extensive rounds of candid critique by your own peers, and the best articles shall be compiled and published as a monthly newsletter.

OpensourcED shall be an unofficial group of budding writers of Punjab Engineering College, and there shall be no body to it. Anybody with a fervor to write, and with the nerve to opine, shall be granted a say :)

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An SMS Chat

"Wht d f is ping now??... U never came ol"

"Ping is saying hi. Was ol since 9. Nvr saw u ol."

"Oh shit.... U r blocked i guess.. My cousin came n my gtalk was logged on.. He was takin pangas ..gud lord!"

"Blocked, cousin, evrythng alrite? Male cousin?:@"

"Oh lord... He s in 2nd class.. My lil bhai .."

"My god and he blocks guys in his sis acc. Gen next. "

"Nai yar.. He prob does not even knw he s done somethin... Aisi hi ho gaya hoga... "

"Dis is def going in ma blog. Blocked by a 10 yr old. "

Ending a week-long suspense, Jharkhand Chief Minister Madhu Kaura resigned on Saturday evening, making way for Jharkhand Mukti Morcha (JMM) chief Shibu Soren.

Madhu Kaura`s resignation is an end of an era in the world of Indian Politics. And with his resignation, my political career too came to an end. He was a relative-by-name and had promised to look after me.

I cant even hope to get a safe seat in Jharkhand Assembly. Would be lucky to get a ticket to fight the elections, and then pour in crores for a realistic shot at becoming a MLA.

Had he resigned because of a chota-motamurder case, he would have put me incharge ala Laloo-Rabri case in the neighbouring Bihar but he actually went ahead and lost his majority. But i can forgive him for that as he's a honest politician and his experience in horse trading is limited to only 2 trust votes, just a mere beginner in the game.

My only grudge remains that i lost a decent chance to be involved in a string operation or two. MLA's are hot targets these days and those who feature in more than two stings can actually crack endorsement deals with MNC's and Banks. Who knows, I may have been the guy who replaced Sachin in Pepsi advert rather than Ishant Sharma.

Now that my political career is not going to take off I have no option but to concentrate on College. Going for Rotaract recruitment tomorrow seems a good option.

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Goa, October 2003, Class IX, Article in SchoolMag, Found it in trash.

On 5th October, 69 aliens boarded Paschim Express and it was a start of memorable and enjoyable journey which was to ultimately end in Goa. After wait of many days the moment all were longing for had arrived. We could look forward to 8 days free from all hassles of our daily monotonous school life. Kranti at home, Teacher ka Ghulam (Joru is not around yet) at school, Golmaal in home work and the same world of Roti, Kapda aur Makaan but in Goa you were Khiladion ka Khiladi and Hero No. 1

The first and last 2 days were spent singing, dancing, racking your brains in chess, playing, trading cards and (secrets), gossiping and (Adam) teasing. These Four Days were unique in them and will be remembered for ever. However the real party started when we reached Goa. Beaches, food, football, disco and friends made a deadly cocktail. Oh! Delicious. We spent most of our time in water and sea. (Oops!) Rather it should be near sea, but it was still enjoyable.

Our hotel (no,no) our ship was aesthetically designed, well maintained and fulfilled every modern need of ours. In front was the gigantic Arabian Sea stretching as far as you could see and behind were the banks of meandering Mandovi river. Contrary to the expectations of our parents that the trip was very long it seemed too short. As the returning train was reaching chandigarh, children were pleading to God and railway officials that it would be late.

All in all it was a trip for plentiful Yaadein and as our caravan reached our prisons, and our Yaadon ki baraat reached Sajan ke sasural, we were back to boring Chalti ka Naam Zindagi once again.

Phonecall 1

Hey Dude...Best of Journey...Enjoy the Thailand Trip...after all you are doing something special on 8/8/08...Cya in 10 Days.

Phonecall 2

chal koi na...what if the trip got postponed to October...Visa problems are not in our control...We`ll have fun at the Long-awaited wedding...We`ll buy an awesome gift and finally join a gym.

Phonecall 3

oye kya thailand ja raha hai ke movie dekhne ja raha hai, aaj ticket ni mili to kal chale gaye...now you are going tommorrow...Get better travel agents...make better programs and how many times do you expect a person to bid you farewell...go now.

11 am
Thanks to different branches, me and himanshu end up in diff. classes most of the time. Being in the same college, we have to sms each other. In the morning we decided that by hook or by crook we need to get onstage in the quiz finals. We had even mutually divided the topics of currency, capitals, and heads of state among ourselves.

5pm

With the Quiz just about to begin i have just started getting anxious about the availability of Himanshu. He has taken my phone...and well he's busy.

5-30pm

Thankfully he makes in time and the prelims go in a blur. There's Dance to look forward too. :)Alas, its too short :P :D

6-00pm

And then their is elation of making it too d stage shortly followed by Despair of ending up the last--The wooden spoon. I just remember 3 things:
1. The guy in blue answering every bloody answer. Its great to see somebody putting two and two together almost magically.
2. Himanshu, in mock frustration, saying "jaane do yaar, garmi lag rahi hai"
3. Whats common between following UP papers--Frontier Mail, Daily Mail, Daily Times, New Dawn, ....?

Answer: They all publish in Hindi.

PS: Sometimes choosing a bike over car feels foolish. Had to go on auto from Library to Arravali Hostel. And he charged 10 bucks too. And earlier, me, Rohan and Arjun had to triplie on a Yo-bike

All through holidays had been thinking of writing more personal stuff on blog- day to day activities, memories, politics, travel, zeitgeist etc. but didn’t get to it out of laziness. Saasc has started its own blog and having a blog is nowadays getting compulsory for those who like to think of themselves as writers.
So finally decided to post something and get some testimonials which I had been thinking of writing. There was ayooshi`s, kanika`s, mehak`s and kshitij which I planned to write today. Begin with mehak`s –suited my writing style-funny, irreverent (Ayooshi n Kanika would like a senti emotional kinds and for kshitij I just don’t know how much detail I have to reveal)
So I began with mehak`s testi – she`s a TAURUS and predictions for in linda goodman was pretty accurate. Picked out lines from linda and tried to match them with actual incidents.
Line
Incident
Line
Incident and so on…
Lines were pretty accurate to the incidents so it was turning out to be a good read. After spending about an hour or so started editing it and giving tweaks here and there. One and a half hour and 3 more testi`s to go…hurriedly post it on orkut.
But I forgot again that orkut allows you to post 1024 characters. Somehow I shorten it and try to compile it as part one and part two. Finally post the testi two hours later.
I drop in a hi to mehak to tell her that she has a testi to accept. I was just thinking whether I should tell her or let her find out for herself next time she logs in on orkut when I receive a reply blaming and accusing me of something which I had never done. Wtf.
I sms “do u really think I would have gone home if I I had known about the plans”
I receive no reply 
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funny that I had planned to post that testi tonite and not this…but short-tempered that I am I deleted it.
I already regret it.
Gn. Have a class at 8 tommorrow and I hardly make it even for classes at 9.

However bright and energetic we are as a people, however many positive qualities we possess (and we do have many), at heart we are power-hungry and greedy. And the only things we stand up for — when we do stand up for things — are the things we think our communities (whether social or economic) require. Otherwise, we just don’t care. HT

seven holidays among the group...everyone of us made periodic appearances at the dispensary...sumtimes late coz of rain...sumtimes coz it was a bday...and sumtimes just like that...:P sum of us didnt even knw that what we were making was a job carrier :D...and at all times atleast one of us was always on phne.:) one day we left early because honshu`s tayaji was coming...another day we went to university sweets to get sweets coz we passed, had samosas dere and came back to distribute sweets throughout d shops...and yet another time we were roaming to get lassi...namkeen lassi./) we never had adequate no of coats...wen we had them we either chopped of the coats arm with a handsaw...gabbar style...another time used it as a towel to clean up choclate cake leaving the coat choclaty fr ever. some of us were busy building dere romantic careers instead of job carriers:D... and dont even get me started on the way file was made...all four of us were chatting till 2 am widout any concern abt d file...by 3 am we had an idea...finally after working through the night it was completed arnd 9 in d mornng...supposed to be submitted at 9...was submitted at 11-30 and even den most of us were nt dere...the commitee walks in and bloody hell we are 2nd:o...sometimes life is too easy...:):) Meanwhile...grp was accused of shoplifting...sumthings have to go wrong n our group leader was accused of being ustaad(nt much wrong wid dat)

and d guy who worked da most was accused of being an ustad (although nt much w

Step 1 U see the name Bhawna Handa topping the charts at CZ only to dismiss her as yet another girl who works way harder & smarter than U could ever imagine.
Step 2 In PEC, In D, 20 people tell U, dat her phne is out of order, so she cant be reached. U R still wondering who the hell is Bhawna.
Step 3 Coincidentally, we end up as companions of a guy & a gal who R best frens. We go along with watevr dey plan. And den BUDGET happens…
Step 4 3 days of work in CCD, & U get used to her impatient, always in a hurry attitude. U share Bday & homemade cakes. U R amazed at her easy-going-not-required laughter (hahaha!). U R irritated by her constant badgering about a particular person. U get addicted to her taunting remarks and struggle to come up with wittier things to answer her back. U pull your hair apart wenevr she drives & U attnd a prty tgthr.
Step 5 U actually miss her wen she has an accident. (Coincidentally U R hrt at d same spot & nw hav anthr topic to discuss)

Falak pakad ke utho, aur hawa pakad ke chalo, –2 Tum chalo, to hindustan chale –4

Hold the sky to stand, and walk with the wind in your hands, Be the front-runner; because when you walk, Hindustan (India) walks with you.

(translation from www.projectbee.wordpress.com)

The punch line of the Lead India anthem written by Gulzar conveys a simple message-Stop complaining and be the change. With this in mind the Times of India group launched a television initiative to provide a platform to leaders for a new India. Even the logo of Lead India is inspired by the famous Dandi March statue. Instead of Gandhi , this march is being led by you-the new leader.

“On August 15, we embarked on an ambitious journey — a unique talent search which has the potential to make a huge difference to India. We began a hunt to identify new leaders for a new India, men and women with the vision and ability to empower India with the kind of political leadership that is so conspicuous by its absence.”-www.lead.timesofindia.com

With the idea of using the television as a springboard to public life, the organizers received 34,000 applications ranging from absurd to simple to revolutionary. An example “Being one of the three candidates contesting for that one post, The college presidency was a thrilling experience.As soon as I came to throne the dress code was simply extinct and all of us happy in our jeans and Ts”.

After a selection process consisting of discussions, personal interviews, public debates evaluation by eminent judges and sms voting 8 people were selected: Devang Nanavati (Ahmedabad), Rajendra Misra (Bangalore), Sanjiv Kaura (Delhi), Soumya Mishra (Hyderabad), Dipayan Dey (Kolkata), Abha Singh (Lucknow), Ujjwal Banerjee (Mumbai) and Ranjit Gadgil (Pune).

The show, as is the nature of reality shows, never lacked on the glam quotient. Its ambassadors included Amitabh Bacchan, Shahrukh Khan, Abhishek Bacchan, Priyanka Chopra, Sunil Mittal and Javed Akhtar. There were also celebrity mentors assigned to each of the contestants which included Narayana Murthy, KV Kamath, Rahul Bajaj, Geet Sethi, Raj Babbar and Usha Utthup. The Anchor of 10 episode series was Anupam Kher who kicked off proceedings by announcing that “This is not a show about singing or dancing. It's about the future of India.” Lastly, there was the jury consisting of “ trendsetting cop Kiran Bedi, commercially and critically acclaimed writer and lyricist Javed Akhtar and senior TOI editor Vikas Singh.”

The eventual winner was RK Misra, an iitian and a serial entrepreneur. He founded and acquired three technology businesses, raised venture funds and made successful exits. In late 2005, he took time off from corporate life to advise entrepreneurs, invest as an Angel Investor and work in Public Policy Domain with various government and industry organizations. In one of the episodes he spoke about his efforts to improve Bangalore’s roads. “I would go to meetings with bureaucrats where they would quote some reports about the state of some road. And I would show them photos taken the same day which painted a totally different picture.”

‘‘Good people don’t want to join politics’’ is an oft-heard lament. This effort has to be lauded as a step in the right direction but can a reality show maketh a leader? Is sms voting same as voting? Is signing email petitions same as rallying? Is leading India same as Leading bharat? And is watching TV same as Dandi march? That is for us to ponder over.

main kabhi batlaata nahi….
par andhere se darta hoon main maa

yuun to main dikhlaata nahi….
teri parwaah karta hoon main maa

tujhe sab hai pata….
hai na maa
tujhe sab hai pata…
meri maa

bheed mein yuun na chhodo mujhe….
ghar laut ke bhi aana paau maa

bhejna itna door mujhko tu….
yaad bhi tujhkoaana paau maa

kya itna bura….
hoon main maa
kya itna bura…
meri maa

jab bhi kabhi papa mujhe….
zor zor jhula jhulate hai maa

meri nazar dhoondhe tujhe….
sochun yahi tu aake thaamegi maa

unase main yeh kehta nahi….
par main seham jaata hoon main maa

chehre mein aane deta nahi….
dil hi dil mein ghabraata hoon main

tujhe sab hai pata….
hai na maa
tujhe sab hai pata…
meri maa

o main kabhi batlaata nahi….
par andhere se darta hoon main maa

yuun to main dikhlaata nahi….
teri parwaah karta hoon main maa

tujhe sab hai pata…. hai na maa tujhe sab hai pata… meri maa