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P.S.

• Please forgive me if your views differ from that of mine.
• Also, please forgive me for a post so late,  but even I don’t know what I was busy doing for the last five months.
• Don’t indulge in any project kind of activity in IIT, unless there are big benifits, the hostel is so boring in holidays.

So, here I go.

Today I was on my way back to the hostel with a 4th yearite, talking to him  about placements, nothing different from what any curious 2nd yearite will do. I was wondering why people come to IIT (I came too), for a mere job, that too with almost no correlation to what he has done in the 4 years of his IIT life. Some may interpret it as the innovation of IITians, I don’t. Some of you might wonder why I am criticizing a thing that probably I will also do in my future, but that is not criticism, it is a big issue as to why are we not doing what we are supposed to do. Is everything going in vain?

I agree to all arguments that any work that we do adds a lot to our knowledge as well as experience and that it is only the IITians who have taken IITs to where they stand, but, the point is, what we study in our core courses must have, at least, some relevance to our future work. Some courses do have, I agree, but most of them are totally irrelevant. Let’s consider a textile engineer or a civil engineer who is doing some consultancy job or is a business research analyst at some financial firm, what do his core courses have to do with that. I am unable to find an answer to this question.

These statements do not indicate my frustration towards IIT, not at all. I am fairly satisfied with IIT and the facilities here although I may differ with many in this opinion of mine. The environment, exposure and interaction that an IITian gets is simply inimitable and the living conditions are bad for the good of students. We are supposed to be the innovators of India. Everyone knows, at least each one of us that we(excluding some ‘********’) are not interested in lectures and even labs for that matter and we have to go to the lectures  just for attendance, making notes=>good CGPA=>good job. But being involved in all this hassle, we miss out on one thing, knowledge. Gaining knowledge is simply not there in our list of objectives, which is supposed to be. In the lectures, the professor just teaches what he is expected to with no involvement of students in the class.

during class hours.......not the same always:)

Some of us are also  involved in politics, that too with the same goal, a good job, although some people have the objective of financial gains while in IIT, I am not one of them .  All these things supposedly help us in learning management and leadership skills, which probably is absent in case of others.  Otherwise too, there are a hell lot of things we learn while in IIT(poltu time, in maintaining attendance, bcd[do fill in the blanks],………).

But, even after all of this, the question remains unanswered. Do you have any answers?

P.S.:- (earlier one was pre-script )

• After the brain wash I had today, it was inevitable for me to keep my feelings within myself.
• The Story of SRP3 has few chapters remaining, will write soon.
• Again, leave comments.
• For girls of the department, please calm down. Let others relax.

The story of SRP3 – Part III

There is one time in IIT Delhi when the students are ‘supposedly’ not busy in studies….that’s the cultural festival of the institute in September, called Rendezvous.…..and the funny thing….in 4 days of the event, the institute observes only one holiday, rest being saturday, sunday and a working day.

It was Thursday, the first day of the event, which is a working day.

Sharad suggested, “Guys, we have not missed more than 2 classes till now, attending classes at the time of Rendezvous would be ridiculous. I think we should bunk the classes and go out somewhere in the day and enjoy the event after that.”

“Good idea, man, I agree”, replied Paras.

“Yeah, but we have to come two hours before the event, I have to go for practice”, said Prerit.

[Prerit was selected for spectrum, the group dance competition, the first attraction of the festival. He was the only male fresher selected.]

“Fine guys, Let’s go for the movie Rock On, it must be a great movie”, said Prateek.

Everyone agreed and they left for PVR Saket for the movie.

“Damn!, no seats available till midnight, lets go to Select Citywalk, tickets may be  available there.”, said Paras, after getting a negative output from the ticket counter.

Now they went to Select Citywalk, but the tickets were available for a show at 3pm which would end at a time not acceptable for Prerit.

“Goddamn! Let’s watch Wanted in PVR Saket, there’s a show at  1pm and the tickets would be much cheaper there”, said Sharad.                                                  [ Sharad always thought of saving money, a characteristic not mentioned previously]

And guess what! They got no auto rikshaw for PVR Saket and had to walk 2 km on foot, they got nothing good to eat as it was one of the most expensive malls of South Delhi, and to add more, Wanted was a normal action oriented south-indian sort of a movie with nothing good to spend 250 bucks on.

This much is enough for a person to get frustrated, but it was not all, the main part of the story was yet to come.

“Guys! I have to go for the practice, enjoy the event and get to the venue as early as possible”, said Prerit.

“Yeah, we’ll reach 1 hour before and fetch the front seats”, said Rahul.

As according to Prerit’s advice, SRP2 decided to reach the OAT (Open Air Theatre), the venue for the event early. They went half an hour before the start and they were the first ones to be at the OAT.

“I think we are too early, no one else has yet arrived”, said Prateek.

“Its fine, we don’t have to be in the queue and wait”, replied Rahul.

15 minutes before the event, it started raining, still there was no one present at the OAT except them. They waited for the rain to stop at the small closet meant for the sound team, had some photography [that was in fact the only considerable thing they did all the day] and finally after waiting for more than 1 hour, the event was announced postponed for the next day.

This time they fortunately didn’t miss the dinner in the hostel, but had it been, it would’ve been the most miserable day of their lives. Prerit was sad as he was so excited for the event, being a participant but he couldn’t help.

P.S.-

• nothing to write as postscript, just keep reading and commenting

The Story of SRP3 – Part II

It was a hot Saturday of Delhi with the SRP3 all set to go for an outing (Thanks to IIT Delhi administration, which observes Saturday as a holiday, otherwise half of the IITDians will end up having migraine. ). A month had passed since their first tragedy.

Sharad went to Paras’ room, “Wake up man, you’ve been sleeping for the last 12 hours, half of the day is enough for sleeping, I guess”.

“Hey, let me sleep, 12 hours are too less for a Saturday!”, said Paras, in a sleepy voice.

“I have taken a bath and I am ready, where is Paras?”, Prerit arrived.

“Wake up! Paras”, Prateek shouted, in his loud voice.

Finally Paras woke up and got ready, “Where is Rahul?”, he asked.

“Might be busy doing some problem analysis, Let’s ask him to go”, said Sharad.

Finally they all headed to Vasant Kunj for shopping and fun, as suggested by one of their friends, the shopping malls in Vasant Kunj were a nice place to have an outing.

What it was like, a signboard at bersarai, a village near IIT Delhi

Now, as it happened always with them, the sign board was indicating the incorrect direction to Vasant Kunj and they reached Mahipalpur, a residential area with no shopping sites whatsoever.

What it should've been, thanks to photoshop and me of course

It was around 1 in the afternoon and they were feeling hungry. So they had lunch in a ‘Dhaba’.

“I think going to South Extension would be a good idea, I have to purchase my shoes over there.”, Rahul said.

“Shut up!, can’t we find a better economical place”, said Sharad.

“Come on Sharad, there are much better thngs in life other than just maintaining your bank balance”, Rahul replied.

After a long war of words between them, all had to agree to Rahul and went to south ex., a busy shopping place with lots of high-end shopping malls. Everything there was too expensive to be bought. So they decided to go to Connaught place in search of ‘reasonable’ prices.

“Which way is the CP bus stop?“, asked Rahul.

“No idea”, replied Sharad.

“We always end up going the wrong way, guys. I think we should ask someone.”, said  Prerit.

“Go straight, and get bus no. 615 to CP”, a stranger replied as Sharad asked the way.

They thought it would be a short distance, unfortunately, it was little less than 1 km, but they kept patience and finally reached the stop. After waiting for 2 minutes, a bus came and they all boarded it. In the mid way, Rahul received a phone call from his home.

“We’ll have to deboard, my mom just told on phone that CP has been attacked by terrorists just 2 minutes ago“, said Rahul.

The next halt came but the bus didn’t stop, it just slowed down, RP3 deboarded. Sharad was the last one to deboard, but the bus again gained speed and he was left in the bus.

Fortunately, the next red light was not too far and he got off the bus there. He had to walk about 1/2 a km to reach the last bus stand where the RP3 were. They were the only people at that lonely place.

“I think we should go to the next bus stand, it doesn’t seem like a major bus stop, no bus is gonna come here”, said Prateek.

They went through 3 bus stops on foot keeping the same thing in mind, and finally started looking for a taxi.

“Dhamakey ho rahe hain dilli main, Bhag lo. (Delhi is being rocked by blasts, run away)“, a taxi driver said while passing through the road.

“F*** man, how can a day be this much bad, get some taxi, i gotta go and sleep”, said Paras.

After all this, finally, they got a taxi for the hostel, missed their dinner as usual and didn’t buy even a single key ring that day. To add more to their misery, the IIT Delhi cafetaria, Sip n Bite was closed that day. Finally they had to go to Sassi (To know more about Sassi, read ‘Five Point Someone’, by Chetan Bhagat). The day ended with their relatives advising them not to go outside the institute campus and by now they had understood that “Hamara Kuch Nahi Ho Sakta“.

P.S. :

• First of all, thanks to the readers of the blog for giving a good response and a special thanks to Basoya and Geed.
• I apologise for being late in coming up with the update due to a hectic schedule last week, coming up with more general blogs, please keep reading.
• For those of you who may be thinking that this much cannot happen with a group of people, keep reading “The story of SRP3″, its all real.
• I apologise for using the F- word, but after this much, its hard for one to avoid it.
• Do not come to IIT Delhi this summers, you may develop a wrong perception about the quality of girls here.
• And my deep condolences to the Delhi blast victims’ families.

The Story of SRP3 – Part I

This is a story of guess what…no, not a famous company….may be it is destined to be so…..but not till now.

So, This is a story of five guys- Sharad, Prateek, Prerit, Paras and Rahul. Lets have some introduction of the guys.

Sharad: An ambitious and enthusiastic guy, never involves in a quarrel……was quite studious till his first exams in the college….after which he understood that there are other things than study….

Prateek: Prateek is an ‘addicted’ guy, addicted of tea, games, and a lot more things other than studies. Thanks to google…that created orkut and gtalk…its hard to imagine his life without those two things…He is a psycho ….and if u are thinking to argue with someone on some topic, please do find someone else.

Prerit: He is kinda cool guy who does a lot of things..including music, dance, basketball, blah blah……good in bcd and is a busy guy

Paras: If you think that you sleep more than anyone else…..and if you are looking for advice on anything that is going wrong in your life….meet him…..believe me….on that advice thing….he can help you more than professional counsellors.

Rahul: Rahul is kinda reserved…if u are going out and need someone to go with….please take someone else if you are talkative…and seriously….if you aim for good results in exam without cramming day and night, he can be a potential consultant for you.

They met first time IIT, they all belonged to the same department so had a good interaction. Earlier it happened to be RP3 as Sharad kept studying most of the time with Rakshit, the first ranker of the department, but as the days passed, Sharad also joined the ‘non-studious’ RP3 group and so it became SRP3.

Soon the ‘SRP3s’ became friends and now began a series of tragedies with them which are continuing till now. Whatever it be, nothing goes right with them, at least when any 2 of them are together.This is how there life went in their first year…..

They hoped that now they have got to IIT, everything will be all right, but the reverse has happened uptil now……and may be ,…if nothing strange occurs, will continue for the rest three years in IIT after which they will have their individual lives……

They met for the very first time on their first day to IIT, of course Sharad was not there ….might be doing something else……As it was the first day and classes had not started yet, they(RP3) decided to go somewhere out in Delhi…

Lajpat Nagar was finalised…..they waited for bus no. 507, to go there as the bus was cheap…only 7 bucks per head. They went to IIT Gate bus stop which is the halt for bus Nos. 764, 620 and 615. Four 764s, two 620s and three 615s passed, not a single 507. Finally they hired an auto, reaching there, they got to know that the market was closed that day, frustrated, they decided to go Citywalk Mall and have dinner there. Total money left with all of them was 350 INR, but In the FOOD Court of the mall, even a dosa was 90 bucks, the cheapest. Ultimately they went to the hostel seeking food in the mess, but mess offered food till 8:30pm and it was 9. Finally they had to take the street food.

Can the first day in IIT be like that, coming up are more tragedies of the ‘SRP3′.

Keep reading and commenting.

P.S.-

• Thanks to the real SRP3, for their consent on publishing their tragedies.
• More tragedies of SRP3 to come in the near future.
• This is my first blog, so feel free to write in your comments. That’ll help me improve.
• Thanks to Geed and Basoya for their advices. Keep reading my blog.