Life is calling and I am at office!

The great Narayan Murthy whom I rever a lot once sent a letter to Infosys staff about ‘working late’. He doesn’t believe in working late(now you know, why I rever him) as this spoils the company culture and creates a lot of other problems like false satisfaction and inflated expectations. I agree! Infact, I cannot agree more!

Narayan Murthy believes that most people stay late because of the coffee, surf, phone and other mind boggling facilities provided by the company. I sometimes wonder that how magical this coffee must be!But having said that, there are people whom I know, who have somehow found their way out of these temptations and prefer leaving early.But guess what! India is a democracy!

You do what others do, else you are not a team player.Somebody in the team will plan your work, somebody else will assist you and somebody will drive you crazy. You need all of them and you cannot do without them. In nutshell, if you go by your team, you are going nowhere, atleast not your home. The poor Narayan Murthy disciple is still at office.

I agree that staying late spoils the culture of the company but what if it is already spoiled. This is a vicious circle and I am a part of it. My life is calling me and I am at office!

Goofy

Ajmal Kasab gets what he gave

"You have been sentenced to death on four counts. You will be hanged by the neck till you are dead. Yeh hamara tareeka hai”
This was the final verdict given by judge M L Tahaliyani for 26/11 convict “Kasab”. Soon after this decision was made public or even before that, various debates were going not only in India but all around the world about what was the appropriate decision in this highly sensitive case. Right after it was announced that Kasab was found guilty mixed reactions poured in from different quarters . Ofcourse people across the border found it highly biased and totally unfair but what was a little surprising to see was the reaction of Indian public. There was a vast section of Indians who believed this decision was not correct , though they never questioned its fairness. Even the families of the many victims of 26/11 who were the worst hit in that tragic incident believed that giving death sentence to an individual will not serve any purpose. Hanging Kasab will not bring back their loved ones or lessen their pain by any degree.
Even I was against the fact that Kasab should be sentenced to death, not because of any kind of sympathy towards him or his deeds but I think he should not be allowed to die so easily. In my view he should have been kept alive under rigorous punishment so that he long for death every single moment of his stay here. Giving him death penalty though sound very terrifying but for the havoc caused by him and his fellows on that dreadful night , pain should not be so short lived. Realization of the wrong done by you is all what the motive behind giving any kind of punishment and realization of this magnitude needs time which death penalty doesn’t provide. Life long hard labored imprisonment would have most definitely provided him the opportunity to retrospect on his golden deed. Though surely it would have been a little problematic for our security system , as we have seen with the case of kandhar in the past but I don’t think a 22 year old fool would have been of any use to the militant groups across the border. In kandhar it was a different case ,as mazhoor azad or whatever the name was of that militant freed in exchange for IC 814 passenger ,as he was some sort of leader of their great and noble campaign. But Kasab was just a pawn and not even a single crease would have crossed the heads of those who lured him in doing what he did in the name of God and jehad and whatever. I just fail to understand how can anyone be so ignorant and risk everything on the word of few bunch of goons who have done nothing in their life apart from destroying others. They say God has given everyone equal mental capacity and conscious awareness but after seeing people like kasab falling again and again in that road of self destruction , I think man have made error in his analysis of man’s brain because these people don’t seem to have any of their own thoughts and understanding of the situation.
Its not about only kasab from Pakistan, we have many of our own breed of kasabs flourishing in every nook and corner. Previously I used to feel very angry whenever I came across any such great soul but now I feel sorry for them because in my view they are suffering from a deficiency and that deficiency is of common sense and the ability to separate right from wrong. God wasn’t kind enough towards them when it came to distribution of power to think. As they say -these people were the last in the queue when God was distributing brain and there also they were standing with a sieve with a big hole in it…
Coming back to kasab this episode I don’t think will get over by his hanging. But what message India have sent to their dear friend across the border with this decision. Whether this will serve as a lesson for them or will further motive them to carry forward the work of their great “Jehadi” leaders only time will tell…
Signing off
RJ (Rishabh)

IPL ka SACH....

Another IPL season comes to an end….In this cricket crazy nation where life revolves around that 22 yards ,Indian Premier League is one of the most anticipated and awaited tournament of the year… Though in everyone’s eyes India is still a very poor country where a major section of the population still finds it pretty hard to even manage food twice in a day but God knows from where these huge bucks just come pouring in whenever something is even remotely related to this second religion of our country.
For the past three years such huge amount of money has been pumped in by different franchise that it is really hard to believe not only for the common people but authorities also…and therefore it was no surprise to see IPL coming under the scanner of Government.. Just after yesterday’s final Lalit Modi finds himself in an unfamiliar situation where he was not the one dictating the terms and conditions. If the charges laid against him and the entire tournament is anywhere right , then really it’s a shame for Mr. Modi as it will further deteriorate already tarnished image of India when it comes to match fixing allegations and betting. I don’t know why man is not ever satisfied, history shows that greed for more and more is often the reason for man’s downfall. Great kingdoms , empires plagued by this disease have always came crumbling down and gone to dust in no time but still we don’t learn from either others or our own mistakes.
Enough talking of this sorry episode of ipl , now let’s look at the brighter side or the things which are worth giving second thought . Throughout the entire tournament we witnessed some amazing performances by different individuals and not only the big names but many players who were earlier considered to be fringe players really took the center stage and outshone many renowned international names. Be it the performance of Murali Vijay who was prior to this tournament considered best suited for test arena only or the emergence of players like Saurabh Tiwary and Ambati Rayudu who were a completely unknown entity for not only international viewers but also for highly cricket fanatic Indian public. They really grabbed this golden opportunity presented to them and raise to the occasion to be counted. As it has been said from the very beginning of this extravaganza that this tournament is all about Indian players and their exposure to the international level , so it was really heartening to see them grabbing the spot light at this world stage.
Now coming to my main motive behind writing this post ( I know its getting quite long but plz this one is really important ). …..SACHIN…… God of cricket …….. greatest batsman ever ….. perfect role model……. Etc etc u really fall short of superlatives to describe this great personality… After so many years of rigorous and non stop international cricket only God know from where he find such energy and passion to still go on like a 16 year old who is just starting his career.. It really amazes me when I see myself and people around me completely bored and exhausted from their daily routine work , and then I see and read about him and every time I m awestruck. .. Is he a machine or bot even scientists are working on it … When T20 came in to seen as the newest child of this ever evolving game, everyone thought this will be a game of youngsters and seasoned and experienced campaigners will find it mighty hard to adjust to this fast paced action packaged 3 hrs blockbuster.. At the time of the first T20 world cup everyone almost forced 3 pillars of Indian cricket to pull their names out of contention for the world cup squad and that’s what they did.. At that time it seemed a very good decision as India went on to win the cup but ever since that historic triumph India haven’t performed as was supposed of them and whenever Indian cricket is in any kind of crisis who do you turn to …….. no prizes for guessing …… yes its again SACHIN…. But he is not like someone who wouldn’t stand by what he says and rightly so he has replied with a strong no…. Enough of all this …… coming back to IPL and season 3 in particular again sachin proved his critics wrong and performed in the way only he can do….. With almost all the batting records in his pocket one thing which was missing was the IPL orange cap and it was a challenge for him with so many so called young contenders in the fray …… Jacques Kallis threatened to take it for a while but he also ran out of steam in the end …..consistency and the will to succeed at all cost ……these r the things that separates good players from the great one…. To see Sachin’s team lose in the final was really a sour pill to swallow specially after what he went through , the amount of pain he endured to play for his team , he really deserved to win that trophy .. But again he was let down by his team mates …… Bloodied and bruised he stood there like a lone samurai but no one rouse to the occasion to just support him in the hour of need…. It was just like the world cup finals in 2003 all over again. There also he finished as the highest run getter and man of the series award but still empty handed as that elusive prize again eluded him …… But as a true sportsman and the gentleman he is , he took the disappointment and failure in his stride and have definitely moved on … I can just go on and on on when it comes to Sachin but I understand ur pain as well :P
Finally I just pray to God to just give Sachin what not only he but the entire nation wants very badly ………. WORLD CUP 2011……….
Hats off to him …………..

Signing off

RJ (Rishabh )

Experience .....

Hello everyone.. its been really long time since I got the time or to be fair got in the mood to sit down and wield my magic from my pen wand…..well to be fair I have so much to write about but don’t know how to put all that to words. So much have changed , so many twists and turns , so many highs and lows … life is just whizzing at such a horrendous pace that I really m short of words at describing this phase. As u all r very much aware of the developments and changes which we all have witnessed in the past few months I m in no mood of going through that chronicle once again . We all felt bad and terrible at leaving our friends and all those good and bad memories behind but at the same time we all knew this day would come ,though it came a little early than we anticipated but life was again at its surprising best so we all cope up pretty well from that stupor.. But on a serious note it was pretty tough to be bounced from one end of the country to the other as if u r a tennis ball.. But what fun in living without any drama and excitement and we all were very aware of the fact that its all for our own bright future ( though Abhishek required quite a lot of persuading and my mind washing skills were tested to its best ).. But after so many days and months when I look back at my journey I feel nothing better could have happened for me.. Don’t know about others but I have learnt and feel have grown so much in these past days that now I feel not getting selected in Accenture was a blessing in disguise for me coz otherwise 110% I would have opted for Accenture and would have never let go of the opportunity to spend my last sem with my friends back in college but as they always say the Great Grandmaster ( GOD ofcourse ) had so much better things planned for me that I can’t even think how to thank him for this experience of a life time. Its not about the technical knowledge I have acquired in the past few months and its also not about the facilities we are enjoying in this state of the art campus but it’s about the life its various facets which it has in offer for each of its pupil. Living away from home searching for some company in midst of crowd and most importantly searching for your identity in this herd really forces u to change not only your approach to life but in a way forces u to change U. One very important thing that I have learnt in the past few months is never to lose faith and believing that whatever happens , happens for a reason and that reason is always good ,one just have to look around it .
One thing which everyone should remember is – Happiness is a Journey Not a Destination .. one has to live through it and not waste precious moments waiting for that ultimate goal which might not even come. But experience one gains on that journey and that lovely moments are the things which live with you forever.
As I said got so much to write but don’t know how to express all those in words.
Signing out

RJ (Rishabh)

Change...Is it Necessary??

Hello to all. I would like to start with two of the famous quotes:

1) The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live. “Flora Whittemore”

2) Sometimes it's the smallest decisions that can change your life forever.” Keri Russell ”


This explains a bit about what i need to discuss here today. Not wasting much time i would first share an experience of mine and then carrying on with some other issues too.


It was on my last vacations when i was going home and waiting for the bus to leave the stand…i moved out of the bus for a change and what i saw was that people were bringing eatables from the stalls outside and were eating those and were throwing the waste on the side of the road despite the fact that there were some dustbins there.


I got a bit irritated and asked a guy who was looking to be an educated one-”Yaar ye yahan kyon fek rhe ho….dustbin hai vahan”…He said in an irritating tone that “idhar yaar pehle se hee kachra pada hai”.So I said -“aap aur bhada rhe ho usse”.Then we boarded into the bus as it was about to leave.Then i told him that the place where he was throwing the garbage was made a place like that by a person like us who first threw the garbage there and you were just adding to it.

Then i thought that how responsible are we as a citizen? We just criticize governments, criticize rules etc.What we do is we say that countries like US, UK etc are well developed and have clean roads and things like that but we ourselves make our surroundings dirty. . Are we really bothered for a change or we will just keep on criticizing things.

I guess rules in our country are not that stringent as there is no fine on things like i mentioned in the above incident.No fine on people smoking in the bus but we always find ”No smoking” written in the front of every bus. We are of the belief that “rules are meant to be broken”- this might look cool and easy. We can find many a times that younger people breaking traffic rules and then cursing the traffic police. We curse governments too but we never bother to vote.See guys this way things will never change. It’s on everyone of us to take initiative and ask the person if that person is smoking in the prohibited area and raise your voice against many such issues like this.Don’t think much but “Just Do It” and try to bring the change which you dream to see and make our country not a better but a “best” place to live in. It may be a similar article which you have read before and forgotten but believe me guys if it doesn’t awake you then i guess you better need another hour’s sleep.If it really wakes you a bit do something as efforts never go waste if they are taken in the right direction.

"EVER CHANGING TIME YET NEVER CHANGING EXOTICS"-PART 1(CENSORED)

Hi all,
After reading utkkrush's post, i also got motivated to write something dat shares

our experience of d past 2 months.Well, utkrrush post was more of a serious one but i will

be telling u the exact situation and circumstances thru wich we have been going thru all d

pros and cons,but,focus will be on pleasant one.

I have divided this post into 2 parts-
First part will be having the exact feelings of dis whole EXOTIC Family while we were abt

to leave for INFY. And the 2nd one will be on a lighter note...Expressing the changes in

our lives and also "SOME SECRETS Revealed" n haan i m gonna break one rule...post will be

not in full ENGLISH....lolz

LETS BEGINNNNNN........

In this whole period, Exotics Were not dormant but doing some or other Mischief(yup its d

right word to use...:P)
Well...Where should i start, okay lets begin wid the day we left..it was 23rd JAN

09...and we were having our test from 22-23 JAN...ofcourse...no one was in a mood of

giving a test...it was a mere formality...the point was dat we were to be separated...i don

know for how much tym...so, i was not at all in the mood of leaving the college.I remember

the way we did malling in d last week before our parting. Seriously, i njoyd each and every

moment.As time was running, we really realized how much we cared n luvd each other. Though,

there was lots of fighting among ourselves but we were d ones who njoyd all the situations

whether gud or bad to the fullest and "TOGETHER"....

I know i am getting into very serious note...but please dont Cry...:P....jaise ki Rishabh

bolta hai ki..."GUPPY RONA NHI"...iss line ne mujhe sabse jyada rulaya hai...really...i

did'nt realize dat i was having such a strong bonding wid all of d Exotic Members...
The day i was leaving...was one of d saddest day of my life...the feeling of Separation

cant be expressed in wrds.Aur haan,,,"RONE ke FESTIVAL" mein mera poora saath diya tha NIKS

ne...mujhe lagta tha ki NIKS hi sabse bada rotlu hai...but...my favourite line.."AB AAGE

KYA BOLUN...:P"...Aur haan...KAKA, VAI,JEDI,BACHHE,BAKUL,PAKKYA ko kaise bhool sakte

hain...inki "BHEEGI PALKEIN" mujhe dulhan ki vidai ka scene yaad dila deti hain...(i know

it was a bad one)...aur ye line padhne ke baad sab yahi bolenge ki..."HEY BHAGVAAN...kitna

gandawala tha..."
But iss beech mein, there was one person jisse hamein rota hua dekh ke khoob maza aa rha

tha...one n only...BAPU...but i know him...main janta tha ki ye jitna strong dikha rha hai

apne aap ko...utna hai nhi...but seriously...ye ek baar bhi nhi roya(hamare saamne)...:P

Haan...ek baat to bhool gaya...UTTI n DHRUV kaun se kaam mein lage hue thein...

DHRUV is tym ka accha use karte hue...SUDHIR MISHRA se contact kar rha tha...though ABHI

YAHAN KA YE HAAL HAI KI...SUDHIR MISHRA ko koi poochta bhi nhi hai...:P...just kiddin...
Well...Dhruv kisi aur kaam mein laga hua tha...jo mujhe bhi nhi pata....

Aur haan...UTTI bhaiya...apni FUTURE PLANNING(bura mat manna...plz) mein lage hue thein...
beech beech mein kuch nautanki karke hamein hansane ka kaam bhi kar lete thein...


Haan...BHAI...MISS ANA AGGARWAL or shud i say MISS IIM AGGARWAL bhi to thi...jo BATMEEZ bol

bol ke hamein hansane ka kaam karti thi...Congrats ANA once again...

Haan bhai...hamare NRE kRRISH bhi kuch kar rhe thein...yaad aaya...PHOTOGRAPHY...inhone

apne photography ke talent ka poora upyog kiya in dino...

Richa bhi mall pe ghoomte hue kabhi kabhi dikh jati thi...:P

AB shru hota hai INTERSTING PART------------------------------------------

Now, i m GOING to write FAMOUS QOUTES OF OUR EXOTIANS-

JEDI- mujhe yaad aate hain wo gane...jo maine jedi ke liye banaye hain...

ye lijiye aap log bhi inhe suniye...aur haan imagine kariye JEDI ki shatir

hanseen....
1."CHHOD do Aanchal JEDI Chhed dega....."
2."CHHEDO-CHHEDO Get on the floor....iss gane ka ek aur version hai 4 dhruv...:P"
3."ek jungle mein aadhi raat mein ek lomdi chillattiii hai---JEDOOWWWWWWWWWWWW"

aur bhi bahut se gane hain...but ab jedi bura maan jayega...."DHARTI KE BHOJON n BAJIYA

HAI GARAM" are my all tym favrites...

NIKS-

haan bhai...latest one is "MAIN KHAJJAL HO GAYA HUN" n older ones..."HADD KAR RHA

HAI...10Rs ke biscuit ki hi to baat hai..."

"SUUNN main kya keh rha hun..."

"KAISI BAATEIN KAR RHA HAI..."

aur haan wo exam ke tym ki special baat...yaar padha de...ungli rakh de kisi bhi topic

pe....nautanki no.1
IPMSNGR PE "HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"

BAPU-
"HAI MERI BACHHI.....PYAARI BACHHI....BACCHI DILAO GADHON...."
"BACHHI ADAAYEIN DIKHATI HAI...."
"ARRE MERE SCOOTER....LEMRETA..."
aur aaj kal to ye bolta kum hai n practical jyada karne laga hai....for details contact

UTKKRUSH...

KAKA-
ye nhi...inki badboo poore H1 mein bolti hai....fir bhi kuch wrds hain

"HUM KAHI RHE THEIN...."
"AAAHHHH....ooohhhhhh..."
"DEHATI.....KANPUR DEHAAT"
but... KOKADEV ROCK......:)


VAI-
"POOOOOOOO-oooooooo-oooooooooooo-OOOOOOOOOO"
"ARRE HATAO SALA....."
"BHAK SAALA KYA SAALA...."
"TIFFANY GRLS"
"____ GATA HUN MAIN GUNGUNATA HUN MAIN.....:)"
"___ ne mere Pet pe laat mari hai...dis was d highlighted dialogue of our 5th sem...."

UTKRRUSH-

ye hai SARI GANDI BAATON KA SOURCE....
HAR sem mein kuch nye aur gande wrds yahi le ke aate thein hamare grp mein...

FOR ex..
latest- "SELL URSELF...ARRE JA BECH AA...Tu to k****a hai"
"UTKKRUSH SE BACHNA HASEENO...."
"DID u mean UTKKRUSH....?"
"HAR LADKI KA SAPNA...apni CV mein LIKHE ki wo iss session mein INKI GF REH CHUKI HAI"
"BACHPAN SE SMART HAIN"

DHRUV-
Haiwaniyat ke pujari hain ye....
APPENDIX ke shejade....:)
Certifications ki daud mein hamesha aage rehne ki iccha rehti hai inki...
BRANDED KAPDE pehenne ka natak karte hue...ALIGANJ ke BUDHBAZAAR se OCTAVE ki T- shirt late hain...OCTAVE Ki Banyaan,socks...hanky...sab kuch OCTAVE...

PAKKYA-
ye hai "RAJASTHANI CHICHORA...:P"
Bhai...inki to bas yahi baatein yaad aati hain...Senior Mams ko chhedne ka craze hain-"ARRE HAMARE SAATH BHI GHOOM LO...!!"
Ladkiyan chhedna inki HOBBY hai...E.g.-"ARRE KAHAN CHALI JA RHI HO..!!"

fav dialogues-"SUNO TO SARI...main GUNNIS BAAR PHATTAR MAROONGA...:P"
latest hobbies-room pe khana banana....n haan latest dialogue(sry pakkya...main ye batane ja rha hun...)---"(situation-koi orange kha rha tha)-pakkya says-"KASH ________....;)

BACHHA-
yaar ye kahani shru hui thi "PHOONK" mvi se...niks has the credit of making him say "PHOOOOOOOONNNNNKKKKKKKK" most of the times...
"BONES...." dekh laha hun"

latest dialogues-"AAAOOOOOOOOOOOOO........or AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH"...most of the times,he speaks dis only...
"ANKURRRRRRRRRRRR....ANNNNNNNNKKKKKKURRRRRRR"...karke jab koi bulata hai,he gets excited.
baki main notice kar rha hun iski harkatein...2nd part mein aur details doonga...

BAKUL- no dialogues...becoz ye inke wrds mein hi koolness basi rehti thi...bakool...baraf ka jhonka...tafri karni ho to inke saath ho lena chaiye..."BAKAR" karne mein expert

KRRISH-
inka khulke kansna hi sabkuch bolta hai...

ASHISH n BABBA-"LAO SAALA CHAI LAO..."

haan bhai....iss badi si post ke peeche JEDI responsible hai....usse galiyan dena...uski post dekh ke mujhe josh aaya hai...

Aur haan...ANA ka BATAMEEZ n THAPPAD MAROONGI...are jewel in d crown...

chalo...its tym to BID ADIEU...

-------------DO COMMENT----------------

Poem Leisure by W H Davies

W. H. Davies

Leisure

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Check out this hilarious story!

The Night the Bed Fell

by James Thurber

I suppose that the high-water mark of my youth in Columbus, Ohio, was the night the bed fell on my father. It makes a better recitation (unless, as some friends of mine have said, one has heard it five or six times) than it does a piece of writing, for it is almost necessary to throw furniture around, shake doors, and bark like a dog, to lend the proper atmosphere and verisimilitude to what is admittedly a somewhat incredible tale. Still, it did take place.

It happened, then, that my father had decided to sleep in the attic one night, to be away where he could think. My mother opposed the notion strongly because, she said, the old wooden bed up there was unsafe- it was wobbly and the heavy headboard would crash down on father's head in case the bed fell, and kill him. There was no dissuading him, however, and at a quarter past ten he closed the attic door behind him and went up the narrow twisting stairs. We later heard ominous creakings as he crawled into bed. Grandfather, who usually slept in the attic bed when he was with us, had disappeared some days before. (On these occasions he was usually gone six or seven days and returned growling and out of temper, with the news that the federal Union was run by a passel of blockheads and that the Army of the Potomac didn't have any more chance than a fiddler's bitch.)

We had visiting us at this time a nervous first cousin of mine named Briggs Beall, who believed that he was likely to cease breathing when he was asleep. It was his feeling that if he were not awakened every hour during the night, he might die of suffocation. He had been accustomed to setting an alarm clock to ring at intervals until morning, but I persuaded him to abandon this. He slept in my room and I told him that I was such a light sleeper that if anybody quit breathing in the same room with me, I would wake Instantly. He tested me the first night-which I had suspected he would by holding his breath after my regular breathing had convinced him I was asleep. I was not asleep, however, and called to him. This seemed to allay his fears a little, but he took the precaution of putting a class of spirits of camphor on a little table at the head of his bed. In case I didn't arouse him until he was almost gone, he said, he would sniff the camphor, a powerful reviver.

Briggs was not the only member of his family who had his crotchets. Old Aunt Alelissa Beall (who could whistle like a man, with two fingers in her mouth) suffered under the premonition that she was destined to die on South High Street, because she had been born on South High Street and married on South High Street. Then there was Aunt Sarah Shoaf, who never went to bed at night without the fear that a burglar was going to get in and blow chloroform under her door through a tube. To avert this calamity -for she was in greater dread of anesthetics than of losing her household goods-she always piled her money, silverware, and other valuables in a neat stack just outside her bedroom, with a note reading,: "This is all I have. Please take it and do not use your chloroform, as this is all I have." Aunt Gracie Shoaf also had a burglar phobia, but she met it with more fortitude. She was confident that burglars had been getting into her house every night for four years. The fact that she never missed anything was to her no proof to the contrary. She always claimed that she scared them off before they could take anything, by throwing shoes down the hallway. When she went to bed she piled, where she could get at them handily, all the shoes there were about her house. Five minutes after she had turned off the light, she would sit up in bed and say "Hark!" Her husband, who had learned to ignore the whole situation as long ago as 1903, would either be sound asleep or pretend to be sound asleep. In either case he would not respond to her tugging and pulling, so that presently she would arise, tiptoe to the door, open it slightly and heave a shoe down the hall in one direction, and its mate down the hall in the other direction. Some nights she threw them all, some nights only a couple of pair.

But I am straying from the remarkable incidents that took place during the night that the bed fell on father. By midnight we were all in bed. The layout of the rooms and the disposition of their occupants is important to an understanding of what later occurred. In the front room upstairs (just under father's attic bedroom) were my mother and my brother Terry, who sometimes sang in his sleep, usually "Marching Through Georgia" or "Onward, Christian Soldiers." Briggs Beall and myself were in a room adjoining this one. My brother Roy was in a room across the hall from ours. Our bull terrier, Rex, slept in the hall.

My bed was an army cot, one of those affairs which are made wide enough to sleep on comfortably only by putting up, flat with the middle section, the two sides which ordinarily hang down like the sideboards of a drop-leaf table. When these sides are up, it is perilous to roll too far toward the edge, for then the cot is likely to tip completely over, bringing the whole bed down on top of one, with a tremendous banging crash. This, in fact, is precisely what happened, about two o'clock in the morning. (It was my mother who, in recalling the scene later, first referred to it as "the night the bed fell on your father.")

Always a deep sleeper, slow to arouse (I had lied to Briggs), I was at first unconscious of what had happened when the iron cot rolled me onto the floor and toppled over on me. It left me still warmly bundled up and unhurt, for the bed rested above me like a canopy. Hence I did not wake up, only reached-the edge of consciousness and went back. The racket, however, instantly awakened my mother, in the next room, who came to the immediate conclusion that her worst dread was realized: the big wooden bed upstairs had fallen on father. She therefore screamed, "Let's go to your poor father!" It was this shout, rather, than the noise of my cot falling, that awakened Herman, in the same room with her. He thought that mother had become, for no apparent reason, hysterical. "You're all right, Mamma!" He shouted, trying, to calm her. They exchanged shout for shout for perhaps ten seconds: "Let's go to your poor father!" and "You're all right! " That woke up Briggs. By this time I was conscious of what was going on, in a vague way, but did not yet realize that I was under my bed instead of on it. Briggs, awakening in the midst of loud shouts of fear and apprehension, came to the quick conclusion that he was suffocating and that we were all trying to "bring him out." With a low moan, he grasped the glass of camphor at the head of his bed and instead of sniffing it poured it over himself. The room reeked of camphor. "Ugh, ugh," choked Briggs, like a drowning man, for he had almost succeeded in stopping his breathing under the deluge of pungent spirits. He leaped out of bed and groped toward the open window, but he came up against one that was closed. With his hand, he beat out the glass, and I could hear it crash and tinkle on the alleyway below. It was at this juncture that I, in trying to get up, had the uncanny sensation of feeling my bed above me. Foggy with sleep, I now suspected, in my turn, that the whole uproar was being made in a frantic endeavor to extricate me from what must be an unheard-of and perilous situation. "Get me out of this!" I bawled. "Get me out!" I think I had the nightmarish belief that I was entombed in a mine. "Ugh," gasped Briggs, floundering in his camphor.

By this time my mother, still shouting, pursued by Herman, still shouting, was trying to open the door to the attic, in order to' go up and get my father's body out of the wreckage. The door was stuck, however, and wouldn't yield. Her frantic pulls on it only added to the general banging and confusion. Roy and the dog were now up, the one shouting questions, the other barking.

Father, farthest away and soundest sleeper of all, had by this time been awakened by the battering on the attic door. He decided that the house was on fire. "I'm coming, I'm coming,!" be wailed in a slow, sleepy voice-it took him many minutes to regain full consciousness. My mother, still believing he was caught under the bed, detected in his "I'm coming!" the mournful, resigned note of one who is preparing to meet his Maker. "He's dying!" she shouted.

"I'm all right!" Briggs yelled to reassure her. "I'm all right!" He still believed that it was his own closeness to death that was worrying mother. I found at last the light switch in my room, unlocked the door, and Briggs and I joined the others at the attic door. The dog, who never did like Briggs, jumped for him assuming that he was the culprit in whatever was going on and Roy had to throw Rex and hold him. We could hear father crawling out of bed upstairs. Roy pulled the attic door open, with a mighty jerk, and father came down the stairs, sleepy and irritable but safe and sound. My mother began to weep when she saw him. Rex began to-howl. "What in the name of God "s going on here?" asked father.

The situation was finally put together like a gigantic jig-saw puzzle. Father caught a cold from prowling around in his bare feet but there were no other bad results. "I'm glad," said mother, who always looked on the bright side of things, "that your grandfather wasn't here."

My Favourite Lines

These lines are taken from the story "The Postman" by Rabindranath Tagore.

I have revered these lines for many years. These are some of the most touching, honest, realistic lines that I've ever read. The lines say so much, and all so true. They go like this -

"O poor, unthinking human heart! Error will not go away, logic and reason are slow to penetrate. We cling with both arms to false hope, refusing to believe the weightest proofs against it, embracing it with all our strength. In the end it escapes, ripping our veins and draining our heart's blood; until, regaining consciousness, we rush to fall into snares of delusion all over again."

If you can, do read "The Postman". Its a great read!

The Journey Called Life.........

Hann bhai i am back in action............
After remaining dormant for about 4 months in blogging activity know its me who is going to share his experencies ...............
First of all i start with 2 fsst 2 fudddddiioussssssss..........sell yourself......

It had been a new experience for me to stay away from cllg , to stay from home , to miss all those time where i had been enjoying the life ........

The last 2-3 months had completly changed the outllok of ours ........ what we were and what we are which i completly agree to the previous blog as mentioned by our admin......

But since every cloud has a silver lining maybe whatevere happens it happens for good.... No matter how tough the circumstances may be how difficult the situation might be ..... but at the end all iszzz well. Human relations are very difficult to understand and implement it, the reason why i am bringing out the point of implementing is bcoz sometimes u even know what you have to do, but circumstances are such that you are not able to derive from that or take action on that....... sometimes you losse and sometimes you win this is bcoz GOD will always give the flavour of both but what ultimately matters is how we are able to accept it .

Since now we are not students and we have started to grow up whatever path we follow but we must make sure that we remain happy in the process of Journey Called Life !!!!!!!

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Utkkrush

Hey hello to all exoticians....quite a lot has happened in last 2 months...
lot has changed......may be for good...i don't know much.
When infy came in dec we wer not aware of that things would take shape as they r now.And we beleived this is only company we can get thrgh...as we wer unaware of the fact tht other companies would also be coming......
Then through the period b/w 19 dec 09 -2 jan-10...exoticians wer confused tht whth they should join infy or not...but a decision has to be taken...and was taken....
then wht when other guys came to the collg on 7th we thght of living our lives in those 15 days till 23...
We wer very sad abut the fact "all the collg masti" is goin to end soon....and we tried to enjoy every moment of the tym we can have together....took snaps at every click of an opportunity.....but didn't knew tht those r worldly things....rather a snapshot of all of us has already created in all these years in our hearts.....
And then the day came 23....and for some 24....
......on ma part i would say..i was expressionless...i didn't knew wht to talk of...wht to say...but with some courage...i could only say
"All the best" for the future.....
One by one of all the infy selected exoticians wer leaving...i was getting a lonely type of feeling but....i tried to hold on to the things....
Neither of the exoticians could beleive tht thr r leaving now.......leaving for something good...leaving to acheive somethg big in their lyf....
Besides all these cries & happiness for about 2 days after their departure..we wer trying to carry on the exotics spirit which we all of us r known for...and hoping the same is carried out thr in the beautiful mysore campus too....
But 1 thing i would say...we would cherish the beautiful memories of our times together throughout our lyfs...atleast i would..........and in the end....one thing i would say..."Lyf just moves on...so u should too"....

"Wishing all the Success & Happiness in the future!!"

"Freinds r the most precious things in lyf!!"...tht's wht exotician spirit teaches....

Cheers to Exoticians!!

||Dharti ka Bhoj||
(Niks)

Dedication!!

Ye hai EXOTICS Ki kahani..Ek EXOTIC ki Jubani

Kuchh log the roz mila krte the,Kuchh suna krte the..to kuchh bola krte the

Aur roz ki roz unbaaton ke local aur global Parameters define kiya krte the

Utti ki Mimicry ho ya Vai ka Signal Effect,Ye Dono sabko hasa hasa ke pagal kiya krte the

Ek Kaka ke socks the jo dhulne ko tarasa krte the,aur ek Guppy ke Socks the jo Har Roz badla krte the

Bapu ka manna tha ki jo bhi sab is sansar mai hain sab "gadhennnn" hai..isliye vo pahadope jhopdi banane ka khwab buna krte the

Ba"KUL"ki coolnesss ki baat na kareen to hee achha hai...Kyonki unki Coolness ki charche sab suna krte the

Jedi ek dressmakerki Bhoomika ada kiya krte the par phir bhi Vo roz poore grpke liye Bhajiya tala krte the

Bachhe ki kilkariyan sabko achhi lagti thi..par uske dood ki bottle ka khali hona humko akhra krta tha

Insab ke beech mai ek Gadar tha,jo apne job mai kafi busy rha krte tha aur certificationski duniya mai baha krte the

Guppy ke Charche kuchh khaas the,kuchh Alag the...isliye log unhe kabhi nhi bhoola krte the

Par Insab ke beech mai ek kaka thejo "SENIOR PRO" ki Bhoomika ada kiya krte the

Ladkiyon ka Kkrish par mar mitna ya Pakiya ka Ladkiyon par..In dono hee paksho ki Sameeksha Hum kiya krte the

Aise Hee kuchh EXOTICS jiya krte the aur thodi bahut jeene ki Ada diya krte the

Yehi Thi ek choti si kahani..Ek EXOTIC Ki Jubani!!:)

|||Dedicated To all Exoticians|||

|||Courtesy-Dharti ka Bhoj(Niks)|||