B2k3

This one's for the four wonderful years together, cheers to B2k3! :)

One name, many hues. 110 odd students, each with a different story to tell. This is the story of B2k3, where bhasad was a religion duly practiced; its spirit and unity unmatched...when challenged they fought as one.

The year was 2003, when we first met...newbies fresh out of school, slightly rattled , rearing to go, wary of each other...starting out on a new journey together.
On our way there were the add-ons and the plug-ins: the sutta and the daaru, the trips to Trips, H 'n' D and Samrat, the early mornings in the village, the Hasty Tasty rituals, the disappointing finals, the AOC and CS nightouts, the 9-12 shows, the thefts from the canteen by our master con artists, the “special” hindi lessons to the southies, the “one-night stands” before the exams, the YM and Orkut cult, the birthday “bashes”, the strife between PAM entertainments and ALAN productions, the MBA vs BTech war, S Ray’s obsession with attendance and punctuality, AV’s fudged-up “sumanis”, Rahul Mishra ki “yaar”i, the Jogesh Korkodam episodes, the CMB-Babulal-Siddiqui first year trio….

And a glimpse at a few of the main leads who made our under-grad time all the more interesting! Sid's special philosophy lessons for anyone and everyone (un)willing to lend a ear; the preaching’s of Pag Floyd; Pandey's antics; our dear Sir John; Shilpi’s walk; Bhavish's Maggie; Parai’s padhai; Venkat and TC’s exceptional wit; Shah's infinite PJ capacity; N Sid's expert view on anything and everything; Rajani's guts; Pal's drama; Appy's emotional speeches once drunk; VKMeena’s sincerity; AshuNan’s logic bombs; CK's Pawan Kalyan fixation; Manaj the mimic; Suchi’s Frooti; Rocket’s ceaseless laughs; Lashkar's mysterious source of enthu; Nag Baba's trademark red jacket and black trackpants; Ramya’s split personality; the Don’s majestic presence; Nahata’s naivety; Robo’s ever-extending deadlines; Bhaiya’s awesome rote prowess; Body’s football fan-following; the tall-taller-tallest cricket team; Baya’s on-court meditation ... that and many more, all special in their own way.
We gave the college its first open Tech fest, the Trinetra Webcasting Service, a couple of national and international prizes, a few patents, an excellent bakar culture...and well that’s it!

Four years down the line some are achievers, some wastrels; there were the go-getters and there were the back-benchers; the prof's pets and the rogues; the hard workers and the lazy-lumps; the bakar crowd and the zealous junta; the movers and the shakers....but we go out of our alma mater together, our heads held high... to conquer the world, to carve out a niche of our own!

This is the culmination of our years of togetherness, co-existence, rivalry, intimacy, communion, merriment, hard work…it all finally comes to an end.
Its time for the adios and the ciaos! But we say good-bye till we meet again in another world; in another place...but the B2k3 spirit will always remain!




[This has been written for our yearbook and contains inputs from CK, Phodu and Vikram. Thanks guys! :) ]

Oh yeah!

When is a woman interested in a man's company...when he owns it ofcourse :)

Bangalore diaries!

Everyone's into photo-blogging these days, so in the traditional 'hum kissi se kam nahii' style, here I go!

But first an insight into my many predicaments, which make the story ever the more thrilling (!!)
The protagonist is a poor lil soul who has been tossed and turned and thrown into the big bad world by a series of unfortunate incidents. Scared, with a dark cloud of uncertainty looming over her, she lands in Bangalore one lonely night...
And so begins her adventure, a tryst with adulthood.... which is never to end! The grueling work schedule, the terrible transport woes, a hectic lifestyle add to her worries. But she is not to be stopped, in the true never say die-spirit she was taught as a kid, she fights. She's here to stay! She waits with bated for her mentor, here Guru... who will teach her the way of life, Ms.Ramya Priya Mudduluri. For the newbies, this is the lady in question.

Ms.Mudduluri finally makes an appearance in Bangalore, cursing it from day one, very 'considerately' telling anyone whose willing to play audience how Bangalore is no match to the great Hyderabad. To quote her, "Bangalore sucks!!".
Anyways, with a heavy heart the two set out to Ansal Forte, Hosur Road. For a preview of what our humble abode looks like, visit: Our PG



Day one, they venture out like professionals to the kitchen arena...where two other flatmates are busy preparing a multi-course meal for themselves. Our heroine is a little unsteady, but reassured by Ms.Mudduluri's presence, with rejuvenated energy she asks her mentor what wonderful delights are on tonight's menu! To which Ms.Mudduluri's prompt reply is "Mereko zyaada nahii aata, dosa aata hai par uskeliye rice bheegona padta pehle, aaj raat maggie khaate". The world comes crashing down on her, to think that she had waited all this while, for her ray of hope which turned out to be a damn squib!
She lay awake all night, contemplating her bleak future...weighing the possible options they had. Eating out, was ruled out...Ansal Forte is one place in Bangalore, with no eateries close by. Tiffins were an option, but they needed way too much effort and the food was totally not worth it! Ready-to-eats were too expensive... so it seemed like a message from above. It was time to shift gears... We needed to learn, and so was born... "Exepriments in the kitchen!" (The title is courtesy Ms.Gupti, who has had her own share of experimentation owing to her ill-luck which has landed her in the wild wild west! )

This ladies an gentleman, is Maggie's Pasta Treat customized to our taste buds!



Aloo ki tikki, with a pinch of salt missing :P



Ms.Mudduluri's original, Ala' Ladyfinger Tamrind (whatever that is suppose to mean, it was tasty!)



Revel in the Taste 'n' Spice of Ms.Mudduluri's Tomato chutney!



Da Vinci once said, a true artist is one who can make perfect circles, aint I close?? :D



...and for the finale, we bring to you Butter Chicken (courtesy Parampara Masala) and Chicken Biryani (By our very own Ms.Mudduluri)!





Yours truly...!



So the story wraps up to a happy ending:)
And for the record, the past few months in Bangalore have done me a world of good, I can cook simple meals, wash utensils, and live on my own ...considering my very limited culinary skillset...this is quite an achievement!
The big bad world isn't that bad anymore! :)

...like you're there for me!

I have never liked a forward so much! This is to all my friends! :)
Missing you..

*Portrait of a Friend*

I can't give you solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, or fears.
But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answers.

I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain, nor the future
with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.

I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.

Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.

Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you, and help you when you ask.

I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship, from your values,
from me.
I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.

I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow, room to be yourself.

I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces and put them back in
place.

I can't tell you who you are.
I can only love you and be your friend.

A lil Wild(e)

I came across this Oscar Wilde quote while reading some OOP tute...

"but enough about me, tell me what you think of me?"

Thought it was kinda cute, so wanted to put it somewhere for safekeeping. So what better place than myInstance! :)

Here I am...its a beautiful world!

It all started when I lost a mobile (like everyone does in Bangalore!). When I told my mother, she was adamant that I lodge an FIR…to be on the safer side in case someone misuses my sim. So obviously I had to oblige, that was the least I could do after losing her phone! :(

I took a detour to office via the police station yesterday morning. When we were starting out, my friend advised me to keep some money in case the police officer demands more than just gratitude. I started off with my usual blabber, we have the RTI…I’ll insist on an explanation, I will not bribe blablabla. He’s saner than me so he just shrugged and said ok!

Once we reached the Madivala police station, I went straight to the sub-inspector in-charge. He looked quite all right, I said a small quiet prayer…wishing the Bangalore police would be different from their colleagues up north! That my friend would be proven wrong…alas! Of course he was different! He was subtle, an art which thanewaalah’s of UP haved always refused to master.

First thing he enquired was my address, Kormangla, I said. Turned out Kormangla was not under the jurisdiction of the Madivala police station, so he showed me the door. To add to my worries, he also told me that I’d need to get an affidavit and all! My heart sunk there and then! It seemed it would take more than just a few minutes to get an FIR done. And time is one of the things I am pressed for these days! So I pleaded my case, gave him a typical damsel-in-distress look...could Sir *please* help me, I asked! Well sir did have some good news for me after all. He said it would cost me hundred bucks, and all the frills would be taken care off. My blood boiled, but overtly I was all honey ‘n’ sugar. I told ‘sir’ how grateful I was and immediately gave him a hundred rupee note. Once the money was safely kept away in his desk drawer, this cop sang a different tune all together. He offered us tea, told us to relax and then (very patiently) dictated to me the letter I had to address to him. The problem of jurisdiction was easily resolved. Incidentally Kormangla (where I lost my phone) was rechristened Madivala main road, which was under sir’s jurisdiction of course, so no issues!
The letter done, he showed my friend the photocopy shop across the road and asked him to get a Xerox. While my friend was away my new-found advisor and mentor (!) even apprised me of the dangers of keeping expensive handsets and counseled me to go in for a cheap substitute in future. He then quickly finished the rest of the paperwork and gave me the receipt, the stamped copy of the letter and voila I had just successfully lodged my first FIR (Though I hope there are not many more to come!)

I look back in quiet contemplation. Since my foray into the big bad world, it has been one bumpy ride. One compromise after another. God where am I headed?? What happened to the romantic ideas and ideologies I ask myself?

The answer comes that from within…Shut up! It’s all about the survival of the fittest baby!

Lucky me, I got more than my money’s worth. Advice, tea and yes my work done in only a couple of minutes! And yes I almost forgot, ‘Sir’ even promised to inform me in case my phone is recovered :)

Just to fill the void...

Its been such a huge gap, I am half afraid that if Blogger's would start with its own "Blogger is deleting blogs" forwards I'd top their list! So here is a little something I wrote for my cousin's school debate on the topic "Relevance of Gandhism today". She was speaking against the motion.

A word of caution: Its "slightly" longish, so read at your own risk! Don't blame me for being too verbose later:p

“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever”-M.K. Gandhi.

The Mahatma dedicated his life to the quest for knowledge, to the wider purpose of discovering truth, the complicated ‘Satya’, about life itself, these experiments with truth evolved into what has become the popular jargon of today – ‘Gandhism’. The father of our nation, the man who lead us to freedom, the apostle of non-violence, the architect of Satyagrah and Non-cooperation movements… he has endless credits to his name. But the question now is his relevance in today’s day and age. Can his lofty ideals be abided by? Is Gandhigiri the solution to all our troubles and woes? Will the new found euphoria created by Munnabhai last? Could the Mahatma heal the wounds inflicted, using just his simplistic principles? Is the common man strong enough to stand by the commandments of Gandhiji in thick and thin? Can a nation afford to follow his footsteps, become the Utopia he dreamed of during his lifetime?

Well I think not. I don’t doubt his teachings and principles. Nor do I denounce his apotheoses. Just I don’t agree with my friends advocating the model of Gandhism for present times. Let us be pragmatic here. Honestly, have any of you adhered to the percepts laid down by him for a better existence, even for just a day? Forgive me for being a little presumptuous here, but I guess not. This doesn’t make us bad people. No. Not at all. It is just indicative of the fact that times have changed. We cannot afford to stagnate ourselves, our country. Stop all progress, become the model nation he wished us to be. To set an example for others? If that is what we choose, we won’t even be around to see whether it works or not because we’d be wiped out of existence by the greedier, aggressive and more powerful nations.

To drive my point home, I now take up each of his principles one at a time.

Satya or Truth in Gandhi's philosophy is "God". Yes, most of us present strive for an honest living. But the strictures laid down by the Mahatma are sometimes considered too rigid. Can we afford to always speak the truth? Imagine a situation when a harmless lie might save someone from hurt. Would you rather break his/her heart or tell the obscure truth?
Gandhi said: The Truth is far more powerful than any weapon of mass destruction. Really is it? So that implies we release all our nuclear secrets and top-secret documents for general public viewing, our enemies and radicals included. A spy when caught should be taught to speak the truth and only the truth. Or wait, why the espionage activities. Let us all live blissfully, we’ll embark on the Satyagrah again.
The consequences of the aforementioned can be catastrophic.

Ahimsa - refusal to inflict injury upon others. Gandhi was a great advocator of the theory of non-violence. Whether it worked during the freedom struggle or not, was it instrumental in delaying independence from the British Raj are questions that are still widely contemplated.
But then if we opt to be a pacifist nation. Bid a farewell to arms, will we feel safe? Are we willing to even give it a try? To relinquish all our military efforts? The Sino-Indian war of 1962, noted as the biggest failing of Nehru, is a glaring example of how terribly astray we’d go if we do. Gandhi is criticized for inspiring in his protégé the pacifism that led to the defeat of the Indian Army against a surprise Chinese invasion. Nehru neglected the defense budget and disallowed the army to prepare, which caught the soldiers in the North-eastern frontier woefully off-guard with lack of supplies and reinforcements. Result being, even till this date Indian territory in under the Chinese rule. So are we willing to take another chance, give Ahimsa another shot?

Civil-disobedience or the non-cooperation movement. The essence of this technique is that it seeks to liquidate antagonisms but not the antagonists themselves. Will this work on our corrupt politicians is for you to decide. But let me cite the reservation row as an example here. Silent protests by college students scared the authorities so much so that they needed the BSF to intervene. Innocent youth were victimized. Shelling with tear gas and lathi assaults became a norm in Delhi campuses this summer. But even then the government is all set to implement its reservation policy beginning with the new academic year. It is disheartening indeed for the youngsters who followed the Mahatma’s philosophy.

Gandhi extolled the virtues of a Buddhist economy, living in peaceful and tranquil harmony in rural surroundings as a self sufficient community, with self-regulation and a reduction of materialistic ‘wants’. Doctors, lawyers, teachers and other professionals would use their educational talents for the common good while still irrigating the land with the sweat of their brow. Sounds nice and rosy, right? Speaking for myself, I don’t think I’d ever agree to a way of life in which equal opportunity has been redefined. Equal pay for equal work, it has always been, and it should always be.

Gandhi also prophesied the doctrines of vegetarianism and celibacy. To each his own I say. These are personal choices, which no third person has a right to interfere with. May be for the Mahatma curbing his desires and longings as means of going close to God and as a primary foundation for self realization, but those were HIS experiments with truth, his perspective… imposing these on the modern man would lead to reproach and rebuke. For example many Indians who move to the west prefer non-vegetarian food over the expensive vegetarian nutrients. Though beef is a taboo for the Hindu, many who settle abroad don’t mind this cheap substitute for chicken.

A living example of the failure of Gandhi’s principles is the ‘Iron lady’ of Manipal, Irom Sharmila. It has been nearly six years that she would be on her hunger strike. She has remained without solid food since then, demanding the withdrawal from her state, of one of the most draconian laws in the statute books called Armed Forces Powers Act (AFSPA). She has endured successive one-year sentences for trying to commit suicide. Yet she remains intent, unbending, unwilling to give up. She is a legend in her own right for the Manipuri people who are fighting their present day suffering at the hands of the policy makers. But how has this helped her cause? The government of the nation of he Mahatma is still unyielding. After six years of silent protest by this martyr AFSPA remains unaltered. The government tight lipped on this issue.
Irom Sharmila is cogent evidence of the ineffectualness of the Mahatma’s principles. Estranged and alienated from her family, she continues to fight for the cause she had dedicated herself too.

I can go on and on giving millions of reasons, examples and illustrations reproaching Gandhisim, and I am sure my friends here can quote numerous instances commending it. It boils down to what is the more prudent and appropriate solution for the common man. He doesn’t have any lofty ideals; neither does he wish to be a Mahatma. The pedestal most of us can’t reach nor do we wish too. We don’t want to turn the other cheek when someone hits us, we want to hit back. We don’t want to renounce the materialistic pleasures; we work hard for the luxuries of life not to forgo them for an ascetic’s life.
Do we want to remain isolated in this ever-shrinking global village? In this era of fast paced technology does India wish remain entrapped in the meshes of old archaic beliefs which are no longer relevant. Change is the only thing permanent; can we give up on it?
Gandhiji’s most beloved disciple, the socialist Nehru couldn’t abide by all the strictures laid down by his Guru, so how can we expect the world to take a complete turnaround of ideas overnight? Human nature can be portrayed most appropriately by the shades of grey. The whites of the Mahatma have faded away. Its time to move on; to take the next step. We cannot be saddled by the yesteryears. We need to take the best from the past, combine it with the present to strive for a better future!