Never Passed a Bijoya Like This

Bijoya Dashami is an well known day when our minds stay full with pain. Ma is going back. And we need to get back to our ordinary schedule again from tomorrow. We got to reengage ourselves to the same tension and jostling from where we managed to escape ourselves for the three days.

Where I live, hardly any trace of puja can be found. And wasting 3 days is somewhat out of conception. We managed escape away only on Ashtami... but from the very next day people were eagerly sat in their chairs with their eyes fixed on their monitors.

Time during puja is very painful when you are away from your root. You get the news that all your childhood friends with whom you used to make fun and ramble about just a few months back, have re-gathered and visiting the pujas in your city. All of them are together again and having a lot of fun... and you, alone, so many kilometers away, thinking that how the road beside your home might look like when the freshly bathed girls pass through it with wearing new sarees with water dripping from their hairs... and the para boys stare at them sitting on their bicycles with the neck almost 180 degrees bent. How the electric decoration bulbs change the color of the walls during night, what was the theme of the biggest puja in your locality this year....

You think about these all the day and the more you think, the more you feel sad. And the more you waste time.

c ya

Lazy morning

In Wednesday, classes start from late in the afternoon. In the morning around 9:30 not many people are awake. It seems that the night have extended itself. The shadowy corridors of the hostel seem gloomy. Wet shirts hung in the window forces us to keep the light on.

Staying awake is a tough job. Specially during the day.

Do I write too few blogs?

I boast that Blogging is my hobby. Then when I say I write 2 or three blogs per week on average people laugh at me. This is very humiliating I tell you.

May be I should write more. Here at the campus in the beginning things seem so messed up and I am taking so much time to settle and stop thinking :D

But nevertheless, I should write more... The next issue of Rahman was already been written way back (along with the one last posted) but I acted as a miser and delayed the posting. Now wile I have shifted myself, it seems I have forgotten to bring a copy of that file. This is too bad. I feel very very sad at this. I will do a overhaul search in my dvd collection to see if I have backed it up. Keeping my fingers crossed.

I have also updated my website a bit and hosted the updated version in my IITB home page. So the current address of my home page is:
http://www.cse.iitb.ac.in/~joydip

Meanwhile Yahoo plans to discontinue the geocities service within a few months. So, my older site will be discontinued anyway!

I have so many things to share!

This is gonna be an ultimate random rubbish post. It's like when I say I have so many things to say... I am actually too lazy to say anything. That's why I gathered so much stuffs....

I am too lazy... These days I even find it lazy to get up... I like sleeping on and on with nobody waking you up and definitely not a TTE in 2839 down Chennai Mail in 1 AM.

I had to go to Chennai to give an Interview. The train was at night, in the middle of it at 12 o'clock. See, I am so lazy that I am not going to say more... And I am feeling too sleepy too. And fifty percent of my brain is probably not working... so I should stop.

Hey! I should blog something more sensible... not silly useless travelogue like this.... Still I will try to write a blog sharing my experiences in the Detroit of India. Ok... no commitments in my blog... Whatever I say is that I will try to try.

But no today. I will talk about Chennai Mail, Chennai Central, Chennai Park, Annapurna Hotel, Marina Beach, Golden Beach, Dolphin Park and the Sea Lion Clara, Mahavalipuram, Kanchipuram, Adyar, etc some other day... I am feeling too much dizzy now.

Cream of the crop: 69 of top 100 JEE rankers pick IIT-Bombay

(Pasted from TOI. Original article here)
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MUMBAI: The composition of the elite technological club has changed. A decade ago admission to the IIT-Kanpur ensured demi-god treatment. Only
the brightest and the best could get past the gates there.

No longer. Mumbai is the new Kanpur, with Delhi and Chennai snapping at its heels. A look at the students’ choice of institute by the top 100 JEE rankers down the last half-a-decade reveals that preferences have changed dramatically. A number of factors have been responsible for the reordering, from geography to gastronomy and placement records to what coaching classes preach to students.

Of the top 100 JEE-2009 rankers, considered the elite group among engineering aspirants around the country, 69 students preferred to join IIT-Bombay over any other IIT. This was followed by Delhi — where 19 of the top-100 — have been admitted. While Bombay has been bettering its performance over the years, number of toppers going to Delhi has slipped.

"IIT-B's decision to introduce minors in all programmes has seen more students wanting to come to the Powai campus," reasoned the institute's JEE-2009 chairman A Pani. In 2008, the institute ushered in academic reforms and permitted students to pick a minor course along with the core area of specialisation. This, explained Pani, has resulted most streams opening and closing admissions at higher ranks than previous years.

On each IIT campus, the top 100 students are considered as the rich creamy icing. Twenty years ago IIT-Kharagpur was the engineering mecca. The oldest IIT of the country, IIT-Kharagpur did not receive a single student from the top hundred this year; and before that, in 2004, only three of the top 100 went there.

A former JEE chairman explained, "While Bombay and Delhi were still building themselves, Kharagpur's students had already occupied top positions in big companies. Students looked at Kharagpur's illustrious alumni and rushed there. Now this has changed."

The Heat is On

It was never so hot summer in West Bengal. It is mid-May and the temperature averages at 42 degrees. Accompanying it there is LOO. The hot and dry wind of central India has somehow spread its area of influence up to Bengal. The sun is so bright that even the rickshaw pullers had to put hood over their head. The uncle next door suddenly looks like Agent Smith as he puts on a stylish sunglass. The white cotton hat has become so popular that every other person looks like Subhas Chakraborty. If you look at any road at around mid-day, you will see it as empty as curfew. Even if some one can be seen, they look like unconscious people dragging themselves forward. The sun has sucked all energy from them like the Glucon-D ad.

Plus there is election heat. As the election phase coming to an end the faces has already began to change their dialogs. While Rahul Gandhi suddenly declares how sure he is about the event of Left supporting Congress again, Karat also suddenly become soft on Cong. The INC is really in a typical win-win situation in West Bengal. While they have pre-poll seat sharing with Trinamool, it seems the CPM led left-front also eventually support them.

The provision of post poll alliance in Indian constitution is actually a betrayal to the voters. The people who have fought against each other in the election, ends up in supporting each other to be in power. Suppose in my center there are two candidates from party-A and party-B. I have particular hatred towards say B, so I vote for A. But I see after election party-A ends up in supporting B. Isn’t it a betrayal? In most of the case voters even don’t know whom they are voting. What will be their agenda and who will be the prime minister.

While one party is inherently anarchist (Why Pranab Mukherjee can not be the prime minister? The answer should be very clear.) The other party has definitely lost a significant mileage just before the election (Is Barun Gandhi is appointed by his Auntie to sabotage BJP? – Just kidding). Let’s not talk about the third-front. We don’t even know who is in and who is out, what their agenda is, and who they project as Prime Minister. If the regional parties get the power, they will first secure their regional interests. Won’t the national interest of India take a back seat?

Ok… that’s it. No more political talks. I should be perfectly apolitical in my blog, where I talk and in every aspect of my life. So I give every party equal mark. I give every one 100%... keep it up; you are doing a wonderful job.

My Blog is again AD FREE

I removed all the AdSense ads from my blog. Top reason being it was not paying me much. So I decided to get rid of that stuff. Now enjoy a neat and clean blog without ads.

Rahman - 4th Issue

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First Issue: Click Here (Issue 1 combines all prior issues)
Second Issue: Click Here
Third Issue: Click Here

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“Well… not actually. I met an old man in the path. He was a sacred walker too. He told me about the southern hill before dying. Like the hill is covered with grass and bushes and discrete trees. Except that, the hill is almost barren. Some rabbits, porcupines, dears may be found there.”

“What’s the specialty? That’s almost the description of any other hill.”, asked Rahman.

“Wait… Let me complete first. There is absolutely nothing special about the hill in the morning. It is just like any other hills scattered all around. But as soon as the sun goes down everything changes.”

“Changes to what?”, asked Rahman.

“Now if you interrupt me any further, I wont speak another word. Please shut up and listen to me when I am talking”, Ziah got furious at Rahman. She probably had a hobby of getting furious at people, any time, any where and on whatever reason.

“No, no. I am sorry. Please continue”, Rahman apologized although there was no apparent fault of himself. Apologizing had got into Rahman’s blood.

“Yes, everything changes with the sunset. Bushes becomes grand doors, small hillocks become great palaces, rabbits become sentries, porcupines become heavily armed guards and a live city appears out of nowhere. And in the middle of the city there is a big castle. A castle guarded by soldiers of the flip side.”, said Ziah.

“You mean something as bizarre as this actually happens?”

“If you think I am lying, then you are free to believe whatever you like. Haven’t you seen enough bizarre things already?”

It was true. Whatever was happening around Rahman was actually too bizarre to believe. Rahman said, “It’s not that I don’t believe you. But if everything changes with the sunset how come none of the people know about it. If the barren hill changes to a lively city as the sun sets, the southern hill should be a famous place, no? how come none of the people haven’t yet noticed anything?”

“That’s because the change is visible only to the chosen ones. Only the sacred walkers can see the city and the castle. Other people just sees the hill as it is.”, said Ziah.

“Ok, this makes sense. And it almost matches with the riddle in the parchment and what the Bhaisaab just said. But tell me,..."

“what riddle? And what parchment?”

Rahman told her everything about the first stop and the parchment he got inside the bread.

“Wow! You have a handful of resources then.”, Ziah chuckled.


(May be continued...)

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Worst Movies I have seen in my life

Here goes a list of movies that I advice everybody NOT TO SEE. If somewhere the movie is playing run away as fast as you can.

NOTE: The list has been created as the names come in my mind. The movies are not sorted in any way.

RGV ki AAG

I could not bear the torture even for 10 minutes!

Sawariya

The best known sleeping pill!

Mon Amour

This ~2.5 hours of pure torture. On top of that "Du Taakar Churmur!". OMG!!! LOL...

Yuvvraaj

Songs are good except MASTAM MASTAM. But the movie is stupid.

Hello! (adaptation of One Night @ Call Center)

What an awful movie from such and wonderful novel. The director has killed the story... he must be put in jail.

The POSENJIT type Bengali movies

When will Swapan Saha and Haranath Chakraborty understand that copying Hindi and Tamil style in Bengali movies kills the individuality and USP of Bengali Cinema itself.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

So great story board, and what a boring movie! Yes, the end is good. Specially the portion after Benjamin gets married to the end is great. But you need to sustain the preceding boredom to reach there.

Jhoom Barabar Jhoom

No story whatsoever.

Mangal Pandey

They have found mountains in Barrackpore!!!

Darna Zaroori Hain

It would have been a good movie if RGV managed to spare the childrens.

(MORE NAMES TO COME)

Rahman - Issue 3

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Issue 1: Click here (Issue 1 combines all prior issues)
Issue 2: Click Here

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“WHACKK!!! There is something inside. A piece of thick perchment was peeping out from the bitten off corner of the bread. Rahman quickly ate the bread and got the paper out. Some message was written on it.

Rahman read the message on the paper very carefully.

Now… what is that? First a weird coin then some weird people and now these puzzle parchment? What is this? Some kind of weird jewel quest, treasure hunt?

After eating up the bread Rahman started thinking. “Now,” he thought, “the puzzle doesn’t seem to be that tough off hand. Especially the first two lines are rather easy. It just seems to tell to go south. But what does crude man? A crude man? Crude oil? What? And what about the hill, castle etc?... whatever, the puzzle tells to go south… if only I had the power of the coin, I could cross check.”

Unmindfully Rahman tossed the coin again. “Wow!!! This stuff works again… I’ve got a new destination I guess” and guess what… the coin pointed south.

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Then Rahman started his walk again. This time towards south as dictated by the coin. He was not sure whether it was a mirage he was looking for. Yet he didn’t stop. For one simple reason, he had nothing else to do. Everything is better than going back to Sadhan Uncle. Inside the bread along with the paper there was also two five hundred rupee notes. So it was not so hard to survive. But this time Rahman spent the money very carefully. The sacred walker must reach his destination before resources run out.

But there was just void and void towards the south. Only stretches of barren land, some scattered agriculture and very few human localities. He started to get fed up mentally now. What did the puzzle say? In the south, there is crude? Did it mean this crude nature? Barren lands, and heat of June? And then there is a mention of some hill. A southern hill?

Rahman was nearing a locality. A small village with hardly ten or twelve households. Rahman noticed an elderly man walking slowly by the village road. The man was leaning forward and had a stick. Rahman called him, “Bhaisaab!”

The man stalled. Waited for a second or so. Then slowly turned his face towards Rahman. Now Rahman could see his face. Yes, the man was really very old. His face was covered with wrinkles all the way around.

Rahman asked the man, “Bhaisaab, is there any hill to the south?” The man replied in a even slower pace, “May be or may not be. Everything depends on who you are and when you see. Everything is according to the sun.”

Now that is enough. Rahman had already had enough of the strange puzzles and messed up words! It seems no one in this place talks straight. Rahman was thinking all these things when suddenly someone patted Rahman’s back and yelled, “Hey! Did you just said ’hill to the south’?

She was a teenage girl. With medium height, and curly hair. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Both of the dresses had the sign of a long journey. Her face was also dusty and hairs mingled. But the first thing you would notice on her would be her bright blue eyes.

Rahman was too astonished to speak. He just said ‘Ya!… I mean yes.’… but who are you? How do you know about the hill to the south?

“I am Ziah, a sacred walker”, said the girl after clearing her throat a bit. She spoke the words as if she was announcing that she had just won the Nobel.

“So am I. What’s the big deal?” Rahman was regaining his confidence.

“You too! Well, it doesn’t seem so. Whatever, even if you are, you are not going to find out any thing anyway. You better fuck off.”

“Find out what?”, Rahman said indifferently. He had already seen enough rudeness in life. So these things hardly had any effect on him.

“So you do not even know what you are looking for! Wow… good job done!” the girl broke into giggles. When the laughter phase was over, the girl continued, “I really can not decide why on earth you are going on! I really wonder how you became a sacred walker on the first place. I am sure you don’t even know what a sacred walker is.”

“Sacred walkers are what then?”

The girl was a bit serious now. “Are you sure that you are persuing this path? Being a sacred walker is not an easy job. There are lots of deadly dengers at the southern hill”

“You have already gone to the southern hill?”

(may be continued...)

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নতুন বছর - নতুন আশা
অনেকখানি ভালোবাসা
নিয়ে আসুক মোদের জীবন।

হীরে-মানিক চাই না মোদের
শুধু এইটুকু চাই আমাদের...
শান্তি যেন থাকে সারাক্ষণ।।

~: শুভ নববর্ষ - ২০০৯ :~

Concept of Infinite in Ancient India from īśopaniṣad

The Isha Upanishad (īśa upaniṣad, otherwise Ishopanishad īśopaniṣad or īśāvāsya upaniṣad) is one of the shortest of the Upanishads, consisting of 17 or 18 verses in total; like other core texts of the vedanta, it is considered revealed scripture (Śruti) by diverse traditions within Hinduism. The name of the text derives from the incipit, īśā, "by the Lord (Isha)". The Upanishad appears in the final chapter (adhyāya) of the Shukla Yajurveda, but is historically one of the latest of the principal (mukhya) Upanishads, dating approximately to Mauryan times.

The short text covers a wide spectrum of philosophy, religion, ritualism and metaphysics.

Read Translation here:
Translation by Rishi Aurobindo

মনে ভাবনা তবু (Mone Bhabna Tobu) - মহীনের ঘোড়াগুলি

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মনে ভাবনা তবু

- মহীনের ঘোড়াগুলি

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দিশেহারা যে মোর মন,
কিসে সার্থক এ জীবন?
খুঁজে ফিরি কোথা নেব ঠাঁই।

চারিদিকে সবাই মোর
কেউ ভালো কেউ মন্দ ঘোর
আপন মাঠ চেঁচেঁ সেথা বেড়াই।

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই!

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই!


কেউ বা মাথায় কেউ পিঠে
আমার বোলায় হাত মিঠে
দিয়ে যায় কতনা বাহবাই;

কারু সন্দেহ অতি
শেষে হল এই গতি!
গেল কি বিফলে জীবনটাই?

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই!

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই!


পাগল হয়ে যে আমি দামী হই আরো দামী
কত দাম জানিনা আমার চাই।

নেবে কে কিনে আমায়
তাতে কি-বা আসে যায়
থেমে যেতে ভরসা না পাই।

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই!

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই!


ছিল বন্ধু এক আমার
পেলেম হঠাৎ দেখা তার,
ভবঘুরে চালাচুলো নাই।

তবু খুশীর হাসির রেশ
ঠোঁটে হয়না যে তার শেষ
কি তার দাম সে করেইনি যাচাই।

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই।

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই।


শোনো যদি কোনোদিন
আমি হঠাৎ ভাবনাহীন
রাখিনি কোনো যে ঠিকানাই।

জেনো খোঁজা আমার শেষ
তাই হলেম যে নিরুদ্দেশ
সাথে করে শুধু হৃদয়টাই।।

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই।

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই।


মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই।
মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই

এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই।

New banner in blog

At last... at last... at last. This blog got it's own banner. With pictures and cartoon like what was wanted. The process was a bit weird. To speak frankly, i am terrible in drawing (u probably know that after seeing my crap cartoons in some previous posts. Excluding the ones drawn by my little sis, the rest was so disgusting that myself had too resize the pictures to a smaller size that the overall look of my blog is not much ruined. At a point of time I had the idea of deleting the posts altogether.) So, with this terrible drawing skill i started to draw cartoons for the banner. I was more skeptical of drawing them on computer (be it in photoshop or simple ms paint). So, i sketched in my exercise book, took a snap in mobile, transferred to PC, then started with photoshop. Added the default background, put the banner text, and drew the cartoons taking reference from the hand drawing.

I hope all these things have worked a bit. Please give me your precious feedback.

I personally feel that the banner really makes my site a real Bhat site. Where everything is nonsense and joke. But it's not the case. I do write serious stuffs once in a blue moon.

NJOY....

More cartoons

Mome er aaka chhobi

BAD Cartoons