And then Schlumthing wasn't quite right

Being in an Integrated M.Tech. course and finally being eligible for campus internships after getting into my fourth year, the first company that was open for us was invariably Schlumberger (I still can't pronounce it the way the HR did, though). A Pre Placement Talk (PPT) was going to take place with the HR blabbering about how their company is awesome followed by the internship process.

The Placement Catastrophe

The most challenging project I had taken up in IMG was that of the development of the placement and internship portal of the college. Although the basic development finished roughly a year ago, we have been doing tons of changes ever since. Since Sandeep was the in charge of the proceedings related to placement last year, I had literally been shielded from the queries. Unfortunately, this time, I had to take over and for the last two days, I have had a really bad time.

New Hostel Woes

Last year, when we were allotted Radhakrishnan Bhawan, everyone was happy. Why? Just one reason- the internet! Unfortunately, this year, we had to move inevitably. Only the fact that the internet wouldn't be there was bothering me. I thought everything else would be fine.

The Perfect Road Trip | Through the Lens

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. So, here's my story of the perfect road trip through the camera. It was day 3 of our field trip back in the second year.

Abstract Thoughts

I am writing this post with no motive. There are a lot of things in my mind which I need to get out. Unless you are a voracious reader, I would suggest you leave right now, else you might end up hating me and my blog forever.

You will be remembered

At IMG, we have a tradition of kicking out the seniors in style. In addition to the costumes, we give away a scrapbook, a common gift and a personal gift. The Scrapbook contains scraps from each and every member of IMG sharing their thoughts. I prefer writing one liners in those little chits, and it's not that I don't have anything to say, but because that little space would literally explode if I try to even think of putting my memories! Here is my version of the scrapbook.

David Hilmers + Gordon Gill- Architecture at 45?

The title must not be making any sense right now. So, allow me to explain. After a bad first day in Cognizance, the only remaining lectures left for me to attend were that of David Hilmers and Gordon Gill. Thankfully those went on uninterrupted, and I managed to get pictures with them at the end(thanks to a certain someone whose single please did the trick)!

The Nobel Cognizance

As I have mentioned earlier in my blog- college fests do not excite me. I have such a don't-give-a-damn attitude that the whole Thomso (with a lot of hype surrounding it as it returned after a year of absence), I did not leave my room- even when the band Indian Ocean was performing in a ground just a few tens of meters from my room. As expected, I somehow got hold of a brochure for Cognizance just a day before it started.

The Field Observer: The Last Days

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Day 5:

“Saari Khidkiyon se ek hi dikhta hain”

We were on our way to the Naxal homelands as we stopped for some people troubled by nature’s call. Porny noticed that there was a crushed, mutilated, disfigured carcass of a dog a few metres from the bus, and people rushed to his window to see the same, one after another. He ended up saying, “Saari Khidkiyon se ek hi dikhta hain” (It looks the same from all the windows).

The Field Observer: The dusty mines

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Day 1:
To piss or not to piss:
I have had extended periods of controlling the urge to piss on long bus journeys. However, this was different. We were to arrive at 8.30 for the bus, but the bus was late, and so was Rowdy. The bus did finally arrive an hour later, and I was the first one to find its location. In the short time between my call to the GT boyz and the time they arrived, I decided whether to piss behind the bus. After a mental turmoil, I decided not to do it. Fortunately, it was a good decision as the driver arrived just seconds later, but unfortunately, I got a change to piss only after 8 excruciating hours.

The Field Observer: The Voyage Begins

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Day -1:
Considering our train was at 6.50 PM from Delhi, the starting time of 9 AM from Roorkee was a bit too early in my opinion. With great reluctance, I reached the bus parked right outside our hostel ten minutes before the scheduled departure. What I failed to realize is that we were summoned at 9 AM Roorkee Time and not IST!

The Field Trip v2.0

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So, it's time. Time for us to pack our bags and depart for the field- only this time, it is going to be in a land far, far away! Here are the things I expect from the trip.

• The ishtuds refuse to go to the field as the 125 bucks per day is not enough for food.
• Rowdy is kidnapped by the locals because of the suspicious pronunciation of Nagpur as Naegpore. They mistook him for a spy.

My Career Options

After completing half of my course, one thing is clear. I am definitely not ending up as a geologist. Here are the career options that appeal to me right now.

Lo, here cometh the reformer

^The title stinks actually! Anyways, let's continue...

It's just one more semester until I reach the fourth year, and into an administrative position in IMG, with a fancy named post! For those who have no idea what IMG is, read this.

The Third Floor Anomaly

It was a fine May afternoon when it was room allotment for Radhakrishnan Bhawan was to be done. I go into the room, take a chit out of a big box, and it said '316'. Although this hostel had a smaller room, less space and absolutely no greenery as compared to my previous one- I was still happy moving into RKB. The reason? Fast internet (and less number of dogs). Everything else can be forgotten and forgiven!

Sher Dil- The Courageous One

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Help!

If would require a few minutes of your time. If you ever liked my blog, or put a profile picture which I clicked, or if you are very generous, do go through the following lines. KLIX is an online photography contest, a Pre-Thomso event, which is the cultural fest of IIT Roorkee. To vote for me, do the following.

1. Like the page Thomso 12.
2. Like the following two images.


That would be all. Thank you.

Update: Competition over. Thanks, nonetheless.

IIT Roorkee Lingo

There was a post somewhere on the internet (http://iitbakar.com/enpunch/iit-roorkee-lingo/) which explained all the terms used at IIT Roorkee. It was, however, removed (server issues maybe?). After searching a lot, I finally got hold of a Google Buzz post, which had a copy of the same- but you never know when it might be deleted or the visibility shrunk. So I decided to put it up in my blog so that it's not lost- at least till doomsday. Yet again, comment if you want something added.

Facepalm: So much for clearing the JEE?

On clearing the JEE, there is feeling of awesomeness. You start to think you have conquered the greatest examination in the whole wide world. True, you must have been truly a complete package to crack the JEE, but what you fail to understand is that it is not equivalent to winning a Nobel! There is a time during the stay in college that this feeling turns into plain stupidity! Here are the examples.

Devdas and Co.

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Lassu -/ La-Soo -/ noun -/ Lassu is a person who runs after girls.
Alpahar -/ Al-paa-haar -/ noun -/ Place opp to library where you sit (after bunking the class) to have bun-samosa, pakoda and chai. Canteen for the government servants.
Nesci -/ Nay-skii -/ noun -/ Nescafe of the campus.
Chapo -/ chaa-po  -/ noun -/ treat.