DA-IICT calling

Our meeting with Prof. Prabhat Ranjan and former director DR. APK, gave me some direction to do something in life. Prof. PR gave us all the updates of Gandhinagar city and DA-IICT..that included infocity and the coming up eating places there like CCD, subway and many more...then we discussed about the impact of reservation and its impact on the reputation if university..It has certainly gone down.
Even 240 seats were not full..The Director, P.K.Chopra and Anil Ambani are least bothered of it because its not of any profit to them..moreover they have their personal benefits.
It was really disappointing when we realized that the quality is serisously deteriorating...

While leaving he just said one thing..u guys shud come there as faculty and look in the matter...make a strong alumni so that it can take part in the administrative decisions even if not supported by the college..

Well its inspiring at the same time its disappointing to see the degradation of the college. 

Since, this college has given us so many things, its time to pay back. What we can do is make our alumni strong and try giving it the reputation that it deserves.

I hope people will join me back in this.

..a Roller Coaster

life is funny, isn't it?

Just when you think you have got it all figured

out,just when you finally begin to plan something,

get excited about something, and feel like you know

what direction you are heading in, the paths change,

the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north

is south, and east is west, and you are lost. It is so easy

to lose your way, to lose direction. And that's with following

all the signposts.

It has its own ways of enjoying. Every so often it likes to dip

and when you feel like you can't take any more it smooths

out again.

Things change so quickly. Just when you get used to something,

zap! It changes. Just when you begin to understand someone,

zap! They grow up.

Our life is made up of time;our days are measured in hours, our

pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by

years. We grab a quick few minutes in our busy day to have a 

coffee break. We rush to our desks, we watch the clock, we live

by appointments. And yet your time eventually runs out and you

wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, days,

weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way

they possibly could.

It's funny because when you are a child, you believe you can be anything you want to be, go wherever you want to go. There's no limit to what you can dream. You expect the unexpected, you believe in magic,fairy tales, and in

possibilities. Then you grow older and that innocence is shattered and somewhere along the way the reality of life gets in the way and you are hit by the realization that you can't be all you wanted to be,you just might have to settle for a little bit less. Or perhaps a variation of what you once wanted.

Why do we stop believing in ourselves?

Why do we let facts and figures and anything but dreams rule our lives?

RocKing ON

all good so far...exam went ok(i hope i havent made silly mistakes)------fingers crossed...

using the experience from the engineering life....made the project proposal in half an hour  ;)

The next day....party.....yeeeeeeeee

well nothing seemed like as if there gonna be a party until six in the evening, when my roomie came and started the arrangements in the house....now i was feeling as if something gonna happen

All starting to get ready...I was made to wear a saree...off-white and it was beautiful!

The food was delicious(menu-chole,paneer,aloo gobhi,mixed veg,raita,poori,rice,kheer,papad)

quite a number and it was so tasty that the host i.e. me and my roomie had hardly anything left for eating. 40 people for a party is quite a number. 

The pooja went good and so did the gathering. It felt different that day. Would not say I felt home but it was some strange kind of feeling. I was missing India so much. Never did I imagine that am going to miss it so much. 

Anyways, all went well. The music arrangement was good but noone was willing to dance. Finally just a few of us were left who tried dancing. Must say dancing wearing a saree is more than a job.

All in all it was fun. The guys told their experience of boozing, what happened when they had liquor for the first time. And I was just listening, sitting in a corner on my lappie. 

Everyone except we two had left at around 5 in the morning. All tired and exhausted. Then I slept even late around 7 talking to someone online. Seeing the diwali snaps and uploading them here and there :)

It was a different experience for me for we were the host. And now I know what responsibility a host has. So am pretty much prepared to be a host in future too :)