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The last time I blogged, I promised myself that I’d blog everyday. Wasn’t able to keep up the promise since in these days of E - , it seems that our MCA department is facing severe toilet paper crunches, requiring us to send them reams and reams of project reports – project joining report, project information report, project activity report , project engagement report and what not. Cooking up these reports burdens my already overtaxed imagination leaving no time for blogs.
Some days back as a part of our training we went out on a tour. Our first destination was a primary school in Thamna where we greenhorns were instructed to conduct an inspection. Next we went to Changa Institute of Technology, another Technical Education Institute developed on the lines of good old Nirma University and located near the famed Vallabh Vidhyanagar township. The presence of such Institutes bolster the conviction that in our booming economy education is by large the second most profitable sector after religion. As employees of our company with an interest in developing a relationship with that institute for the success of our placement portal we made a few presentations to the faculties there. The audience was present as the attendance was taken. At the end of our charade one curious incident happened. It so happened that we asked the Professors to note down the internet address of our website and Lo !! Out came the books and it seemed that the dull and dreary audience came to life. ( Can’t blame the presentations for their plight as one of them was by yours truly.) They duly noted down the address which was much more simply memorized and returned back to their lifeless selves. Their behavior was testimony to the quality of our education staff. Since my school days I have classified a classroom as consisting of three primary categories of people - The front bench nerds, The last bench lukkhas and the Non-existent rest. The behavior of Changa professors somehow resembles that of the third category.
Finally after Changa we took off towards the most profitable of all enterprises. Dakor seemed so different to my vague memories of a school trip I had there years ago. Relieved of some more of my depleting finances I reached home late at night and capped off the eventful day with a dinner as Chauffeur in chief and some delicious Dairy Den softy.

Nostalgia

Nostalgia - Feels like a hard hitting word.....so much at odds with the feelings that it tends to convey. Leaving my college and all my friends, the canteen, our block, every wall and every brick that partook our joys, our laughter, our shrieks of happiness tears at the strings of my heart.

I vividly remember sitting at my usual last bench in B-Audi on my first day in Nirma. Sitting with complete strangers who over the course of time became a part and parcel of my life. Friends and fellow mates who I came to love, trust and respect. And now the time has come to bid goodbye.

From a joyous past to the enticing morrow;
Caught in the midst, fraught with sorrow.

Through all of my ups and downs, whenever I have stepped onto the cement tarmac of Nirma University, whenever I read that plaque adorning the gate, whenever I looked at the steps leading to my beloved B-Block I had a zing in my step. More than anything, the pride of being a Nirmaan never failed to rouse my spirits. I have spent some of the most fulfilling days of my life and picked up some of the most loving friends in those hallowed halls of joy.

Traditionally incompetent at goodbyes, I hope I manage to break the precedent.

Baroda Blues

After an indolent month in Gnagar I embarked on a frenzied tour of Ahmedabad's IT companies seeking a final semester project. Most of the times I managed to extract a smile from the beautiful secretary adorning our prospective offices alongwith a disappointed (hopefully) "sorry" from them. Of course captivated by the views on offer we weren't dissappointed easily and so we enthusiastically managed to knock many more doors till I had to leave for a last minute arranged New Year Bash with my childhood prank partners. After watching a bit too many drinking, puking bouts I returned home a newly converted beer fan only to find most of the company doors closed and so decided to take up the easiest offer at hand - the one at Libra Process Technology, Baroda.

I had Yudi's place to stay at here but i decided to shack up with my fellow homeless refugees at a one bathroom first floor room where i realised the true importance of the notion of self control. It take monumental degrees of self control for 5 people to accomodate in a room of 10 by 10 ft size and even more so to piss and shit serially. The best part though is to have someone screaming at the door as you shit at ease. Also working at a place where you are responsible for just about nothing and which levies zero expectations on you is ........ matter of factly nothing new for me. Also as I always say - Throw me into hell and I will tickle the asuras. No place is too bad for the big baddie.

Apart from the food and lodgings the company provides a net connection too and so now I can restart my regular blogs. Its good to write regularly as it helps me to arrange my thought processes better and once you find the rhythm its a lot more fun as it helps you concentrate like programming does. In short its addictive and its good for the heart - a rare combo.