hey!!! teachers leave us kids alone

I think all the engineering students are bugged by the syndrome of studying in the last few ungodly days before the exams, thanks to the motley activities incumbent on the poor souls around the whole semester. Me being one from the beleaguered league was gruelling and toiling my nerve cells since morning with one of the major subjects (say COMNET) of my current semester. I preferred abnegating myself from the soul stirring puns and metaphors of our professor of the above mentioned subject and it appeared one more mundane name in the list of 40 blockbuster subjects that we're supposed to go through in the lifecycle of our course.

But I was taken aback completely when I could not resist myself studying COMNET out and out which appeared to be rocket science to me when our Gabriel used to carry messages of Comnet God to us, the prophets in disguise.

Well, this has led me thinking inevitably about the pedagogy used in the dozens of bizarre technology institutes spreading like a plague in our country. One more thing that that passes through my mind is most of the professors we have are not professors by choice, either they could not land a job or they find teaching as the best option to make a quick buck while they are preparing for other exams of the likes of IAS and PCS. Teachers like these have little or no interest in teaching as they are just making a living out of teaching rather than pursuing it as a passion. An enthusiastic teacher can make his pupils really interested in the subject while another can let them abhor his books forever. Things that are spoon fed and left to mug by us and throw up the other day in the answer sheet could be conveyed in an interesting and unconventional manner that involves active participation of even the most disinterested student in the class.

But we've less to do to ameliorate the milieu rife in most of the institutes today. The authorities should keep in mind that at stake is the future of millions of students admitted in lure of a lucrative career, but end up as victims of the unlikely awry system, at stake is the young creative minds which are completely washed out if any rebellious, indigenous thoughts it was endowed with, at stake is the future of the second fastest developing economy riding pillion with these prophets in disguise.

evolution

Its been three days since i saw the the anurag kashyap's recently directed flick "gulaal" but i haven't overcome the stupor n hysteria yet.It was such an amazing experience  to watch the movie that you will wonder whether you are watching a bollywood commercial movie or the juxtaposition of a theatrical play on the 35 mm screen.

i was in 2nd standard when i got to watch my first movie in a cinema hall ajay devgan starrer "jigar"...n from there the list grows exponentially.Being a movie buff i can really say that bollywood has truly come of age and is really going places from the typical dhishum-dhishum,kumbh ke mela and boorhi maan ka badla stories to the critically acclaimed out of the box movies today.

once the term parallel cinema was used for these small budget which had no big stars,contemporary plots and were signified by a small budget and obscure actors.but slowly these movies carved a small niche for themselves with the flicks like "arth" "thora hai thore ki zaroorat hai" "namkeen" in 1970's. actors like naseeruddin shah, raj babbar,smita patil, amol palekar were some of the prominent faces of this kind of cinema.

with the rise of mall culture and multiplexes,the taste of people has really evolved now, people are not afraid of going and watching any random flick which can turn out to be a blockbuster and many small budget movies have done that in the past too.A motley array of movie makers have just transformed the whole milieu and a lot of experimental cinema,backed by a good research work has got to be seen in recent days which is definitely a treat for the people in search of some esoteric cinema.Whether it's adaptation of Shakespeare's plays as india's grassroot politics or the bold new face of sharat chandra's devdas, these eclectic plots have added a whole new dimension to the movie experience which is certainly nowhere behind the hollywood.

Maybe the 8 academy award bash of the bollywood's step-daughter "slumdog millionaire" is not over yet but the true bollywood has finally arrived in high spirits and raring to go.

100 bucks

m walkinn down d deserted road,condomeniums standing upright kissing the sky....wondering wat would be the fate of the last 100 bucks left in my pocket.

i have just finished up with my semester exams, and with a lot of my time i spent in the lap of my bed this semester....i could have ended up nowhere but in the list of students detained for examination.

"sir, i don't have my admit card in the list"

"you are ?"

"roll no. 54,sir"

"fill a bond of 5000/- and get your admit card right away"

"5000/-,but why on the earth should i pay this amount to give my exams"

"this my son,u must have thought before bunking your classes"

so this way i landed in this situation where i was literally broke throughout my examination....

phew a tough time.....most of my money during the exams is spent either on cigarettes or the life giving tea that saves you from the languid 4 am mind-boggling sessions.

but save my friends who are heavily into smoking,so i survived with these 100 bucks at last...

now a lots of plans are running through my mind related to the possible places where i can invest this amount....

-get a pack of cigarettes{best option}

-go for a movie

-grab some junkie...
oh my god..wat could be a better place save CCD to sit and give a rush to your synapses...
so here i am sipping delectable coffee may be not justifying the precious 100 bucks but still it is
kind of fulfilling.
(P.S. - this post was written a long time ago,but i was rather too perplexed whether this post deserves a space in my blog,though it is too trivial but may be thats what we call contemporary.)

One More Juvenile

HERE I AM, THIS IS ME, AND NO WHERE ELSE ON THIS EARTH I'D RATHER BE

no, i am not an ardent follower of Bryan Adams....but these lines just paraphrase my entry into blogspot.com.

Though, the concept of blogs is not obscure to me,but i never gave it a try. Well,the first time i had an urge to blog was when i was scrolling down a blog written by a senior of my college who is doing her post graduation from some top-notch university of USA,and that was the first time i censured anything by the name of blog.

Pragmatically speaking,all the people around me in the current milieu whom i look upon as achievers are into blogging.Obduracy is the first trait of my persona that any person can easily smell meeting me once or twice,that's one of the ostensible reason i used to grimace when someone used to ask me to blog. I never thought i can write(i haven't changed my notions yet),but as a very close friend of mine has rightly termed it as the CL effect I am left with no choice but to start writing blogs.Before you people start biting your nails wondering about the origin of this CL effect,let I simplify it as the career launcher effect. Bingo,I am a CAT aspirant(to my chagrin) and like any other person from the league, i have also started amplifying the coffer of my vocabulary. With no other place left to strut my stuff, blogspot.com proved to be my saviour.I have never been very loquacious ,rather my approach used to be taciturn whenever i had to make a remark in any random discussion.I have a social circle which comprises of a motley group of people from all walks of life, and when you meet people from the random stratas of society you have to be wary of the way you speak.Most the time I end up having a mental block when i start speaking in a gathering though i am not an ochlophobic .Rather i am quite gregarious, but due to the lack of the exact word for my idea i used to feel so impotent sometimes.

So, blogging here gives me the agora i was looking for.Its 3:00 AM but i am not feeling even a bit lackadaisical,may be because this is going to be the first glimpse of this clandestine writer.

Detractors, are u listening.