Void..

I call this post void…coz it wont return you anything!!! Well..its just a few PJ s that came to my mind.

In a GAP showroom…what does the salesman say??

“Thoda Gap-Shop karo…”

And a few jokes about DRs..

The person with DR one…is Dron( Credited to abhishek)…. Thou shall die on a microprocessor with 40 pins sticking out of it…(Mahabharata anyone?)

DR two….should be afraid..coz it says Dar tu Dar tu.

DR three is …Dirty. You stink my boy…get a shower.

DR four….is a Duffer.

DRDO is asking for DR…so they say..DR do DR do. And yes…how bout our own lil DRDO disco…??

I couldnt come up with anymore…so tell me if u can come up with a few.

My Amazo(i)ng experience!

Its not very often that a company like amazon…would come to DCE and ask for interns. Had always heard of how amazon loves to play with the third years…how they choose them..and then cutm them one by one in the tedious interviews. These guys love interviewing…(seems like they all wanted to be Journalists like me…..<hey…that actually makes me one o them&gt ) But then I realised it took a little more.

They began with these written papers…two papers (Short answers and subjective 45 minutes each..) which I managed to qualify with a score of 8 on 25 (Just think the standards..) It was 6 of us…me, AP…and 4 people from Comp. A sleepless night ….the charm of qualifying for an interview….no matter how much I deny the facts or try and remain composed…I was excited!

The day came…and the interviews began…with me!*^&*&%%@%

“Guys..after they interview me..dont expect anything ..just remain calm and leave” i said

Someone shouted “So you being such an ass already?”

“Oh..u didnt got it. Once they are done with me…they..would run for their own brains”

This guy opens the door for me (He was an usher or what..?) and I enter to look at a Dell inspiron..waiting for its owner. And this usher in sneakers happened to be one.

“This is Abhishek..How are you Prateek”

I resisted my urge to say call me nigam…and we began with the interview.

“So…tell me something about your …. interests..academic ofcourse”

“I love algorithms…..and data structures…and programming.” Where do all the subjects run away when you need to recall them??

“And i love algorithms…and I just love programming” (I have been simulating some stupid LRU things in my OS lab….Damn….I love programming)

“Any special research interests..?”

“I am not a research guy..I just love algorithms” (God…I overconfessed my love for algorithms..I dont even ove them so much)

Question 1…..

“ererererer……ererer…erer…complexity…..wtf^&$^&?”

Question 2…

Kidding??? Complexity again?

and 4 more questions….followed.

I offered them solutions…I did…I aint that bad. But every thing boiled down to complexity and order..and time…and memory. I was expected to come up with “efiicieeeeeeeennnnnt algos like tannebaum”

It was an average interview….I managed to do traversals right…and somehow fitted a BST in a question. It wasnt that bad to be a first interview…until…

“Whats the comlexity prateek…for the problem”

“Sir there are added costs of the BST i employed”

“O(n logn) it is”

“hmm….O(n logn) it is”

“Tell me how?”

“Welll.,…power of two…so logn has to come. right”

“And how does the n come?”

“You have been saying n logn for quiet a while…so I guess n logn it is!!”

It definitely made him smile…”So am I hijacking your mind?”

“You are my first interviewer…you are bound to”

“It was all right….as far as first interview are concerned…all the best then”

I waited and waited….

I spotted my interviewer…twice outside the hall. I gestured…a friendly nod of acquaintance…and I got acknowledged too. Somewhere…I expected to get shortlisted for panel interview.

But…we all got cut but the COE topper. Interviewd twice…and thrice as we sit and observe in silence. Somewhere…we knew..ok..it is over. But still lets wait for the official word.

And then came the official word..

“You..people faired well. But..may be next year when you focus more on the core basic concepts. Thats it for today thank you”

Am I jealous….yes I am. I mean…so close…

I deserve my every right to be jealous!

Do I think it was fair?

No. But company must have had their own reasons. What is fair by the way?

Was it a good experience?

If you breath for an experience…. ,fail and die then?

No consolations required.

Mera number aayega??

People in my batch… manage to give me airs of complex each time they talk to me. They have projects…they have had interns..they have cool skills and a good CV which says other than your hobbies.

Recently had to compile my CV and send it to the training and placement department… and such a difficult time had writing stuff. People could so easily write the cool things they have accomplished in these two years…and me…I am from where I had began this journey. I am like a monk… inclining towards my sainthood.

I have to appear for this company “amazon” which is coming here to pick summer interns. I am having sleepless nights over what if I make it…what if I dont.

One of those dreams…was as follows.

Interviewer : “We are amazon”

me : I ama-nigam.

and that was the end of my interview..when I was kicked out.

Chaining the rebel..

I am not a rebel….but my mom wont take that for a word.

Lately..I have been spending hours on net lately ( iDCE going on in my life) but I…hey..I am believed to be watching movies all night. It was third time last night when I actually got scolded for being up so late.

“I say..tell him to sleep early…shareef ghar ke ladke 1 o clock tak nahin jagte..” said my mom to my dad ( who is pretty cool about ..stuff)

People think…they think they are gonna chain the rebel..but I am not one. I sleep..( unlike some people) and then I wake up ( unlike some people)… I dont usually miss the college (unlike some people) and …. and what else they want??

On another note… what roles your friends assume in your life?? I mean..do you define the standards…or do they? If the creep and crawl their way back into your lives….doesnt it give them right to assume their role../?

Who sets these limits?? If nobody does//and they just exist by themselves….who is gonna tell them to people like me..who are just a bundle of social faux pas??

Technicolored

This day would probably be the weirdest day of my college life///I mean eantire college life. With alot of ups and downs….proud moments…outbreaks…and yes crazy crazier and craziest weather so far.

1.The idce is resurfacing…and we came up with a plan of letting the facchas write something bout their first day. We worked alot fr the small exercise…which surely is doing wonders!!!

2.Anyways….then these hours you spend doing nothing.Our schedule is like Mendeleev’s table. I dont even enjoying evesdropping to someone else’s conversation as they talk about their friends…and frnds of their frnds. Blabbity blabbity blah blah…blahen blahed! This is what I get..a chronically recurring head ache.

3.Is anyone satisfied with their lives??? I mean you listen to these marvels… cribbing bout their lives and wonder where do you go and bury your face? I mean if a person with n number of projects…and x number of contacts is worried about the future….where do I go? The whole conversation twice….left me gasping for air…actually got me sweaty as a pig.

4.Then…there was a crazy hour spent in the mech canteen..with a few acquaintances. And..i felt riped off my when I was termed a s a fool…to have bought the domain when college would have paid. Its good that guys were concerned about a site not being a project and certainly cant be mentioned in your CV….but hey….the clothes you wear..go in CV too? idce..is more than a project to me….it is what I love. Before I confess my love to my idce in front of all of them…I get a lecture about self satisfaction ( hell yes…I was a fool back then..and now you change sides?//saying things bout..self satisfaction) No matter what you say..no matter people come up with better journals. No matter nobody hits the journal..I write because I love to.

 

5.Then..there was this treat…to which  I was invited (which I presume out of sheer courtesy). I had to decline..but this guy…kept on asking. To which I dumbly..and quiet zombily replied..may be next year. That was an embarassing situation… How does one escape these mercy invites. I will be their…when we are frnds..which I am sure..we will be. Nice people…but..you know a little awkward since I didnt wanted to be a little..or even a tiniest bit unwanted.

6.Then…the payment…to Arun Bansal. Nice guy…..Nicer macbook.

7.The whole puddled roads..and my way back to station with….<names withheld for some reasons> nice!!!

Just a Line..

My blog is undergoing a draught….with not enough brains to thrive upon…So..this is one liners..I expect friends and acquainteces of mine to say at the standard temprature and pressure. Its all in good humor..k…so plz never mind.

The “IT” crowd:

Aastha : “Is that thing I see … Edible??”

Saurabh : “No..but my brain is.”

Swati : “Are you sure thats not reflection of my battisi?”

AP : “Shes back…Shes back”

Abhishek: “Better off alone!!”

Siddhant : “My laptop is shinier,quicker,faster and smarter than your brains”

Sunil : “Does it work with llmnr?”

Kartik : “woohoo…free lunch”

Kanika: “Theeeesssse peeeeoppple wonnnnnttttt evennnn waaaaiiiitttt forrrr myyyy sennnntecessss toooo ennnddddd.”

Kriti : “Check my new tom cruise look”

Ankita: “I might drop it..”

Jyoti: “Lets go bungee jump”

Vartika: “What tou want me to say??”

The First sem Gang

Swati : “Sahi……”

Komal: “May I help you?? plz.”

Mayank: ” Is that bed??”

Varun : “do something yar…bout my life..”

Gautam: “I play guitar…can I play you??”

Dudu : “Bandi Bandi everywhere…”

Prabhjeet: “Hit the roads…now…”

Random..

I have been thinking about some stuff lately…

1. Some old neighbours move back, they say have been family friends since our families first moved in. I dont usually write about my neighbours…but this guy … lives in mountain view California….works with Google. My mom just “made” my morning with this. For her and all the neighbourhood aunties..its just another company which happens to be somewhere..so obscure, Not as good as NY or LA. For some…the guy is one of the people who forward the keywords they type on the Google search page. But I went all gaga…..this guy works for Google….. I mean…in the headquarters..?

“Ya he does…and he can wash his laundry in the office.”

“Hello….guy works in Google..and all u care about is laundry?? I wonder how did that come up in ur conversation mommy??”

“And he get free supplies of juices..and fruits whatever. Google is one good company. Try that…”

“Oh yes…like I can. The day I take over hte world..I will try buying that mom.”

The whole google guys parents are taking over the neighbourhood (They have evry right to do so..)….it left me in a weird sting in my stomach…where the world is heading…where am I??

2. I saw this movie…Beautiful Mind for 6th or 7 th time..and for the first time I was a bit amused at this John Nash. This guy…who kept wondering about maths from the very early days of his life… solving the equations…publishing the paper…working on the game theory…

And one fine day…some strange austrian announces that you have contributed to Economics?? I mean I would die if something like this happen to me. John Nash should have rather side..”Oh wtf?? you tell me I was doing Economics….now who is being schizophrenic?? haaan??” or “How come I couldnt decipher this one??”

have come a long way…

Its strange how lives shape up..the way they were in the beginning of the college…how they are now. People changed..equations changed…I changed….choices changed…mindsets changed.

he way I was in I semester….I cant imagine living life like that now. Infact the guy I spent my first day with..pretty amicably turns out that we barely are at talking terms (For good?? I dontknow) People I spent myentire first semester..(My first cool gang of pals) is still very much there..but ofcourse there are differences… this NSIT vs DCE tiff. And yes..we all have grown..and kind of fit in the newly discovered social sockets we found.

The person I thought to be really good frnds with in my II semester…turns out we hate each other (I have no regrets about that…its like US and USSR at coldwar…for ever). The girl I thought would carry a long friendship in II sem …. we dont talk much either. The supposed Gang I begin to have..kind of dissolved a bit..from y and their ends too. But all for a good. All to discover friendships for life. The people you actually fit in. The people you were always meant to be with. When you finally beginto come in terms with all that you have…the years are passing by. Time is running away. I never knew what I wanted to do..but a couple of days..I have realized what I want. I want a nice amaible social life. A handful of people who touch your lives. I never thought of it seriously…but now I think I know who are all I want to be frnds with always and always.

Meanwhile…someone never ceases to win over me again and again. I wish it turns out to be as beautiful as I think it is.

brokes for a back-pack..

Palika..is undoubtedly a hub fo all the brokes…..from all over Delhi. There are people like us everywhere..looking for what Palika is best known for…substandard cheap stuff obtained at ..cheaper prices.

Here we were…Me,Sunil and Siddhant…right there looking for some backpack for SUnil. The backpack of his dreams is what he called it…where he could contain his utter piece of affection. Siddhant believed that things were quiet literally falling apart in his Lappie…. so here we all were…Siddhant wih his expertise at the backpck spotting….me with my expertise at just reassuring everyone that I still am alive…and Sunil with a lot of hope inhis eyes.

“The day I got my google project…I had decided that this laptop of my dreams will be with me forever. I will work on it unless the screen breaks apart. I will give my laptop a new home…” Says the blue eyed Sunil with a dreamy look in his eyes…deep sigh…with the green Gandhi kept well in his pocket, until…me, kartik and kanika ..ripped their wallets apart at Bercos.

Back at the Palika…looking for the right piece…(Siddhant had bought the backy-packy thingy for his lappy for a proud bargain rate of 500).

SHop after shop…we had to hop. No time to stop.

“U got back packs for laptops?”

“Sure we do….see..the polo bag. only 1450.” (Hell yes….a polo bag…at palika….where is the hole..?)

“Bhaiya..350 only” (Grabbing the bag tighter than ever)

“Isko chhodo..chhodo isko…bahr lage hain bags…250 ke…100 Rs aur bachao”

Then we headed to the next shop.. “The godfather”. A spacious shop with a guy who aptly had a hair well oiled and slicked back to his scalp.

“So…what u looking for”

Sunil :”Laptop bag…u kno..back pack”

“Here…the best u can get..1450 only”

Me:”Bhaiya..these are not 1450..u kno that…we kno that.”

“discount….800..final”

Sid:” I bought 2 such backpack for 500 each”

Sunil :”wtf?? I am not paying a penny more than 400 for this stuff”

Sid (Grinning…and amazed at the brevity of what he just said….”Oh…I screwed up.. :)” )

“k..here I pack it…and get it for 500…take it”

me : “We are not paying anything more than 400….”

“Bhai….ladies type bargain to mat karo…gents ho aap log”

me: “Until we earn bhai….we are no greater than ladies”

“Aapne bola to tha…500….ab lo” (Now how to say this…the first bomb exploded in sunil’s pocket the moment siddhant opened his mouth in the shop)

me: “Bhaiya..” Hesitatin a bit…but not letting go “Iska budget…sirf 400 ka hai”

the guy…was now shearing the black poly bag into pieces.

“Aap to antaryami ho…iski antaratma ko jante ho….”

me : Haan bhai…mera dost hai!!

“Ye lo mera card” handing it to sunil… “Antaryami saath na hon …to…aa jana”

The card read….godfathers……we deals in wholesales also.

And we left the shop …amazed…at what had just happened.

We searched the market…but had to go back to the Godfathers,…

sunil : “Dedo bhaiya..”

The guy looked ardent…proud…and not looking at all.

me: “Ye lo bhaiya…..350..” Now opening my wallet..looking for some money there…”aur 150″

me: “Gin lo….theek hain???”

We left..smiling….and he still stared…. Vandetta awaits us. Al capone would still be waiting for 3 of us.
I kept the card…..becoz..the godafather…deals with wholesales also (Did they got their English from Italy too?)

On a high…

Dont kno..what has got thru my had.. I am happy…content…a little dizzy…a lil sleepy…listening to coldplay…. ., feels like I just got home. And ..wtf? gotta get back to college this friday…. I dont wanna sleep…coz then I will miss on this great feeling I am having right now. Also..I will miss those hours of complete solitude I barely get. Its a bit nostalgic…I dont know for what?

May be I am .. thankful to all thats in my life…my friends…family…people who make difference in my life..and those lives which I touch. Sometimes..I just wonder…whats the purpose of all the hustle..all this unrest, this competition..this race to the end, I just wish I could just go and live in mountains fo rest of my life..in a lazy lazy town. May be it was abhishek’s blog entry which brought backt the memories of that great time in the twilight we had…

Waise..I had a hard time sleeping last night… I kept thinking of forrest gump..and ya idce. I saw forrest gump…and it made me wonder..people..live to succeed in their lives..but to succeed they just stop living. People around the world are happy with what they have…they are in their universe..self content. It makes me take a deep sigh..and makes me wonder…where I am heading. The I think of idce.and what I am supposed to do with this thing going on my life. I feel…weird coming back to college…so many feelings rushing to ..my senses…