UPDATES:-

Well I am back. Exams are over and good imes are back again. The hallmark of engineering survives. As each sem passes the fear of exams thins only to be replaced by diffidence.

Well hopefully I shall clear all. If not then maybe next time. This time I am not going home after exams. So am staying put in nearly desolate hostels. Its fun, I have never found the hostels emptier. Just to give you a feel of it, out of 18 people in my flank only 3 remain. Thats of course not counting the final year students who will leave after their projects are over.

So how does life pass. Well it rambles along like a river running slowly through a forest in no great hurry to get along.

Moving on placements shall atraert from second of july

We first have infosys coming along followed by Tata Consultancy services, then HSBC software, followed by Cognizant and a host of other companies .

Hopefully yours faithfully shall also get a job offer, though his mind is still not made up as to which company to sit for. Any ideas????????

S.M.S. lingo

Another of the Srijna articles. I have had people come and say the magazine is absolutely amazing. Will try to upload a pdf someday. Enjoy

S.M.S. lingo

160 characters can feel like a lifetime. Especially when keyboard is a ten digit number pad. Yes, the 160 characters is nothing more than the length of an S.M.S.(short messaging service).

Historically the earliest S.M.S. service was just added as a side kick to the first mobile phones. Many manufacturers left them out. Guess the never knew, that one day how indispensable it would become.

Despite its shortness the S.M.S. service has spawned its own lingo which has made their entry into everyone's everyday dictionary. And a whole new debate has taken birth. Because 160 words and a rather tough keypad ensures that the average S.M.S. user is a great gobbler of character hungrily devouring poor alphabets. And student go back and use the language in their papers. Is it right?

I do not know because its tough to judge. I simply do not get it at this. Like “tc”. For a long time I thought tc meant turbo C and i used to think “oh! Sak*** (name changed to protect identity on request. P.S. Please guess) must really like C language.” Of course having a premonition that i was walking to a fool's paradise I fished around for answers. I guardedly asked my good-friend Varun as to what Tc would mean in a sms and pat came the reply 'Turbo C yaar' . True Compies to the blood I guess. Anyway two is always better than one on a journey to inevitable embarrassment.

It was only much later that I realised Tc meant take care, but the joke stayed.

I think S.M.S. lingo is like compression algorithm. The optimal the algorithm, the tougher is the message to decode. Someone i know writes S.M.S.'s which I have to read at least thrice to figure out.I for one am very poor at such stuff. My S.M.S.'s for the good or the bad are long drawn out affairs stretching to three even four S.M.S. lengths. In retrospection I think it has more to do with the thing that I am hopelessly addicted to long eloquent sentences I can never shorten a word especially not so common ones as I always fear the reciever might misunderstand. But still I could try.

Btw i 4got 2 mentn dat smss cud b adictiv. I dnt kno if u wud aprciate dis but es fun.I herd 1 S.M.S. contst is goin to b hld. Wndr e I cud mk da cut...

Thot i wud brb bt 2 mch hs bin riten.

G2g,cya n Tc++. ;)

THE CALM

Frankly the poet learnt he could write prose and forgot about verse.
Thats me.
Now this is a new poem that I have penned.

In fact its quite rare me writing and completing a poetry in the last couple of years. TO put it in the right perspective I wrote 80+ poems when I first started penning poetry and have written just four-five in the next six years.

So enjoy it and let me know.

THE CALM

I look inside and I find darkness,
I look outside only to find the aftermath of a storm,
Deserted flotsam littered shores, an eerie calm in my heart

Written on the spur of the moment,
This is poetry unplugged,
Lines penned before the night takes them away forever.

I wake up to find it all lost,
Broken hazy visions of a long night,
Only some holes patched by the written words.

The fever plagues me now,
De-addiction symptoms from her or maladies unknown,
Can’t really step across the line and let you know!

Seldom does poetry not rhyme,
Broken verse seldom makes a song,
A banshee’s wail shatters the uneasy calm.

Syed Ashraf Husain

And spring turns to a dry summer

OK its a panic situation now. Semester ended two weeks ago but still have not studied a bit.

For the past two weeks I have been indulging in my favourite passion-sleep. Life it seems is one big seldom interrupted nap.


Have pracs/orals on 3rd,5th and 11th.

So there is a valid reason to study.

Lets see if I can pick up the pace!!!

BTW my internet connection will be disconnected in a few days(its not that I am broke but net is addictive), so I will be online very sporadically.

Anyway life goes on.

Scrapped Literally

This is another of the articles I wrote for Srijna.

SCRAPPED LITERALLY

There was a time when a scrap automatically brought visions of waste. But then occurred a revolution and they called it 'Orkut'. After that a 'scrap', it seemed had a whole new meaning for the masses.
Yes I am talking about the website www.orkut.com. There seem to be various descriptions for it include a networking site, a community website, a social site, etc. But we are not going to clinically analyze 'Orkut', because we are simply not here for this.
My first introduction to Orkut were the unsure steps I took when a good friend of mine, Arjun sent me an invitaion and literally forced me to register. Of course back then Orkut was totally unknown and I was confident that I would never go back to check on the site again.
Time it seems has proved me wrong.
First came Internet in the hostels, then came 'Orkut mania'. The first signs were long hours on Orkut waiting in desperation for new scraps. As one of the first victims, I remember checking for scraps every hour and getting gloomy if I did not find new ones.
Of course suddenly the number of scraps became linked to popularity on Orkut and it seemed no number was big enough and no means mean enough. One afternoon, I remember this conversation between two seniors using scraps.
Gujral- “Oye Akshat, tu to id ka chaand ho gaya hai!Dikhta hi nahi”
Akshat- “Hi Gujral! Kya karun kaafi busy chal raha hoon.Tum batao.”
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some 20 smaller scraps...
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Gujral- “Oye tum kahan baithe ho?Main Minocha ke comp pe baitha hoon.”
Akshat- “Yaar main Ashraf ke comp pe baitha hoon.”

Of course they conveniently forgot to mention Ashraf and Minocha were room-mates. The two were basically sitting back to back using Orkut to convey their thoughts, the increase in number of scraps as a by-product. I heard that one afternoon Akshat sirs rating jumped by 20 percent.
Beyond the addiction there are many benefits of Orkut. Somehow, I personally have never seen any. For example out of my class of 60, 56 are registered members of AIT COMP 08 Community. What is discussed there?Nothing close to academics. However it is not to imply that Orkut is harmful and should be banned as many say. Because, however long I have known Orkut it has been fun. And claps requires two hands we can just refuse to give ours.
I am now beyond Orkut having left the temptation behind. But you like this article please ,please let me know by scrapping me. My Orkut ratings are still at 80 percent. The scraps may just help.

Disjointed Verses

These are broken verses for a new ghazal that I might pen one day. Broken verses personified. Btw I use the takhallus daag

Yun baat na karo zamaane se nayi duniya ki daag,
Har shaks ko ek naye khursheed ka intezar nahin.



Woh wafaa ke jo vaade usne phir dohraaye,
Bewafaai ka iraada uski awaaz mein mujhje kya khoob sunaai diya



Darte honge duniya se aur koi,
Humne seekha nahin hujoomon ke saamne sar jhukhaana


Hum yun bichde ke afsaana ban gaya,
Shamma to bujh gayi lekin mujh jaisa deewaana bach gaya

New sher

This is a parody of the famous ghaalib sher by a famous humorous shaayar

Ab ishq nahin mushkil, bas itna samajh lijiye ,kahan aag ka dariya hai kahaan doob ke jaana hai,
Mayoos na ho aashiq ,mil jaayegi mehbooba , bas mobile uthaane ke deri hai

Do sher

Jisne humko chaaha usko hum chah na sake,
Jis ko hum chahate the usse hum paa na sake.

Yeh samajh lo ki dil ke tootne ka khel hai,
Kisi ka toda aur apna bhee bachaa na sake.


http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=5578578773749868883&pcy=0&t=0

Thats my orkut profile.

If u want an invitation letme know