Its all about being friends.. we will miss you...

Its all about being friends.....

(Prasanta K Patra and us…)

Today (When Prasanta left IBM) is the day when one of our best friends is leaving away for a better cause and purpose. Today is the day from when we will just remember the moments we lived and pulses we created.

Today is the day when life takes a painful turn and we faces the much known truth that no is body is there forever in your life. Time and time again we have learnt that in the moments of life we create friends and we sang beautiful courses of life together, hoping that these days will never rust away. Tracing back, the days, I feel those were the best of my life. Beginning with days of school, we created many friends, followed the own style of schooling, classing and playing and we wished this time to continue forever. The dream came to end when we joined the College and our chanting day of school becomes our never lasting memories.

A phase of life school-life came to end and a new series of college masti began and many more amazing friends came to life.... 4 yr of masti full life began with lots of halla gulla , masti , zabardasti, bunking, backlog , joking, kicking and bashing. Friends at this stage of life teach a lot and make a big landmark in the one's life. The time of their separation at the end of college was most painful moments in life. They wished those moments to come back and to enjoy them again for the rest of life but everybody knows that we don’t have any time machine to go back and be with all of them. We separate carrying pain with new quest in life.

A new phase of life begins which is so called as professional life, the life of more fake living, bad politics, eating the credit of one for their own profit- more or less equivalent to predator....arrrrhhh.. I got deviated from the main topic.... a new carrier begins with obviously with zero balance both in the bank account and in your friends list.. A whole new fresh start... that how most of began our professional life...

Same was the situation of our friend prasanta k patra.

He joined IBM April 2006, 2 months prior to us. He had already struggled before joining to IBM. Finally he joined IBM, unlucky to him he didn't find too many with matching frequency. He and his friend Arnab banerjee were the two during his initial phase of training period in SAP. Some how they completed their training. Arnab banerjee and prasanta were the two as they understood each other, as nobody else were there with them. They both landed together in same project and continued their life. Initially prasanta was more frustated as there was no one to help him or guide, every body's expectations were very high, in spite of him being a fresher.... well any one will fell lost and de-motivated in such situation. He met people who will explain the business logic but not the technical funda(approach), guys who will advice you use F1 for more knowledge rather showing or explaining how things work, he meet fellows, who will explain the entire ramayan but not the Ram - in context of the question who was ram, on seeking help from senior guys- in response will gave a very quick response that, this is the easiest thing in this world and will be done in this and that way... this and that way.. not the exact way.. for one moment u will mesmerized that can this be solved…… or not, but after sometime you will land up at square one- form where it all started. For him this continued for some time when his friend arnab banerjee came to rescue and with a ray of hope that there is this guy chandu.. who helps a lot... and his friendship does changed prasanta life.. chandu was a genius (he is not working with IBM any more...) but yeah he helped everyone he could...by this time he worked on few objects and gained some knowledge of SAP-ABAP.

Now its our turn to enter the arena. I joined IBM with Arnab bhattacharyya (Bhataca) and arindam dutta(dada or ad4), Some how I and bhataca were together from the beginning, and we both landed up together in same project in which prasanta was already working.... Initially it appeared to me that he is very serious guy, but was quite hard to read the actual expression because of very constraining facial posture and I hardly saw any smiling or laughing or enjoying... Everyone was working very hard, it appeared that everyone is pushing to show something… I don't know what but yes everyone was trying to give their best..

I, bhataca and manish were sitting a little away from the main course team and so we created our own style of fun zone as we were not silent workers, as I used to talk a lot (still I talk a lot) and so we shared lots of college stories.. prasanta was friend of manish and that how we meet and new friendship started… with prasanta came partha ghosh a unique friend... With the emergence of prasanta and partha ghosh along with us i.e. i, bhataca and manish… when ever we were together we used to start our panchayaat and then stories from this college and that college would began with lots of jags and chutkulaas ..... and for at least one or two hours it would continue and seeing that many other fellow friends would too join us and the same workplace would get turned to a more enjoy full place to learn and live. When ever we had any technical trouble a complete R&D would be done, not just one guy everyone of us will try something form his point of view for a logic or solution or some pattern, we were not only helping but this way we actually built the team of our friends.... it was a whole new set of learning with them..

It continued like this till the end of the year 2006. Then the entire team moved to 2nd floor. I didn’t know everyone in the team but this gave platform for all of us to know each other…the so called FICO team. Since prasanta was stitting very close to our Track lead so he was became punctual and patterned in the office. He used to come to office early and leave late and will find most of time working. Thou I was sitting in the next cubical but we hard used to get time to talk either he was busy or I or if both are free, our track lead presence forced us to remain quite. Sooner or later it had to end and it happened I shifted a little away from the initial cubical for the new project and then we came back to same masti zone, the area get puffed with entertainment and masti... we i.e. prasanta bhataca and other came back in the same original form with manzoor da.

Working together gave us the big opportunity to know manzoor and bala, the two senior guys, the never giving up persons, keep trying till the end for a solution whenever or what ever be the situation at any time..
The season of gappe and bhaating began, the series of joking and poking started and slowly-slowly others kept on bricking the team entertainment. The situation was like that, any one can spot bhatting anytime, whether we were working or not, thou work was never neglected as our efficiency were doubled we learned more, as we used to do big search on even tiny topics. Every evening manzoor da and we used to discuss on some technical topic either via little programs or via the Google pages. It was a daily routine, the best part was who so ever learned something in his development used to share things, well that how I bhataca and prasanta did followed with everyone else as well.

Our friend ship was getting bonded more and more... then pankaj joined, you must have heard the saying "sone per shuhaga" ie better than best.... man he is a catalyst… he mixed so quickly that no one could even guess that we knew each other for past few weeks... the masti kept on running even better and better... The best of all was the diwali celebration, it all started suddenly and everyone came in with lightening responses.... we never knew from where idea started to come. Girls got engaged in rangoli and we managed shopping for lighting arrangements.... pankaj bala and I began with late shopping in kali ghat.. and soham and parhta did the early morning flower buying... and many more, every one was working whole heartily ....... it was the moment when everyone would have felt with the felling of- that’s the team I want be with, for the rest of my life… everyone was so happy even thou we were hanging with the flower tickets...:D, arranging the chunries.... or with powering of the electric candles.. We were enjoying the every moment of it…

Thou we won the consolation prize due to some bad politic and copy act.., but what ever was the result the effort we was best and max among any other team.... Well for us it was the best team effort I had ever seen in my life.. Those were the moments frozen in my mind for the rest of my life.

Things were going smooth but suddenly something happened and we realized that nothing fare is going on with us. Rating for pa pbc starting coming and our hard work dedication gave no result to us. All the pain giving team work was of no use, all the management for the team doesn't seem worth enough, and all the exhausting work for multiple projects simultaneously gained nothing more than bad critics for us. prasanta and bhataca was with max hit with this critics along with me. Actually there were more of us. well among us ie prasanta bhataca and I began to think of alternatives and we decided to bugle the 'Kranti...' and we became the kranti veers... we started many thing to read and learn and shared between each other and our fundas were refined by pankaj on any technical topics, I provided with many critical question, question about which none of aware off… and that basically patched many of the concepts. After the salary hike one more feature got added in the kranti - aka pankaj and our learning process got accelerated.

Every day we go for jalebi and long bhaat used to happen in the evening and many more discussion, thing which brought us closer... Things were changing very frequently in the team as well, but things which never changed were our everyday general bhaat we used to do every morning irrespective of work load. It used to become more spicy, if the story is all about the prasanta college.... and his friends... or about one of us and that one of us can be any one of us.

In all these one day one of the kranti veer decided to leave us, yes prasanta finally got placed in accenture pune. We were happy that finally he will get rid of this maha jaal… and will be happy....

Today i.e. 21st of Aug was his last working day and it was very hard to believe that he will be leaving us... I was thinking what will happen to our bhaat sessions, our jhalebi breaks , now who will tell us the jhool bhare college days and ghost story of college day.... and the never heard veg and non veg jokes... well its again the time to separate and began a new life and make new friends and archive us rather than deleting from the memory... well I am aware how other are going to feel... but yes I am going to miss him a lot....

To my friend prasanta.. ufff pkpatra.. dost.. mere good wihes tumhare saath hai, aur hope ki tum hume kabhi nahi bhoologe aur ye sochte hue ki duniya bauth choti hai... hum jald hi milege.... wish u very sucessfull new life... :) ..... :(

(Paramita Roy: The good morning mail girl…)

One of our another friend which we even miss most… is Paramita Roy... because without her mail there is no morning and u will not be able to enjoy the Monday and Friday, its her mail which we used to get every morning… and which kept us reminding that today is Monday or Friday-party time. The day when we don't receive her mail, every one around used to get confused that whether she is in the office or not, guess what, she used to be on actually leave … well the current situation is the same...as now we don't receive any good morning mails... and that means she is on leave....

We miss her most as now only offiical mail comes to mail boxe and few fun mails. Well she left IBM for the good and now is preparing for GATE, we all wish her a very best of luck...

(Pankaj… Fun cycle)

Another one left the kranti group… yes its Pankaj Kumar... This fellow has not left the IBM but surely us, as he has moved to Swiss for an onsite assignment. He used to guide us with his amazing funda’s… for any questions or queries he used to have an ultimate solution. His approach to life was unique and that’s what we liked most... He taught us many things and we will continue to learn from his views. All our jalebi breaks are over and we are more or less concerned to our workaholic office schedule.

Well my story in IBM began with Bhataca and after attaching so many beautiful features during spring, its time to fall down in winter... as only me and bhataca are left in the feather chain… looks like things are falling and falling… and will continue in the forth coming seasons…

Deep down heart

Every wondered why we feel so dull and depressed, why we feel there is no one for you to listen, like no one cares for you all your friends are lost and gone, no is around to see you, no one sad enough to care about your tears, no one filled to have your smiles, when every words comes like hammer and every moments cuts like a scissor, when smile kills and so every thought. There are times in life that makes you feel lonely and depressed.

I had faced such times as well, when i was a like solitary traveller. When you will be with so many but no body with you. When you feel everybody is taking with you but your are still alone in the whole chat course. In spite of being with all, you fell solo.

Why?
I am not sure of others, but for me it was the simply because of the demotivation which i felt in the air. There can be other cosmetic reasons which just boost these feelings and things becomes more prominent.
Every actions appears going against the current wind of good thoughts. Every word, slice like a sword. Every smile, hampers the basic behavior. Attitude changes and finally the work life gets kicked off.

For me it was really killing and i have faced this many times. This reality of life has taught me a lot. As the real face of people can be easily be seen in pain. Pain teaches more facts than happiness..... and i believe its gonna continue forever....

Late but not late enough…

Lift: Mujhe ko bhi lift kar de.. when adnam sang this song he really wanted a lift, a lift to raise himself to the peak of his performance. Guess what, we common people too need this lift. Some time hurring to reach somewhere, sometime to somewhere and sometime emergency and sometime fun..
Everyone, sometime in his life asks for the lift, for a ride, or even for in case of emergency to reach somewhere or follow someone, yes you must have taken or given such ride over your amazing bike or car. Guess what even I had this pleasure of taking the ride from one of my friend. He is very unique in many sense(s), but this one is better than best.
Info : New Town to Airport by taxi takes around 15-20 min as its on highway , so you can guess by bike(Pulsar 180) will take how much….
Well first he is a very good friend of mine, quite of sensitive and planner sometimes. Rest of his feature can well be explained if you get the pleasure to meet him. Well such chances comes only meet once in life time.
Coming to his motoring skills. Well he know how to bike, he has been biking since long time, but his confidence i am not sure how much he has. Once he gave me lift on his own wish for a ride from my house to airport. That was day he was driving very slow, I was not sure why…. I was thinking he might be little depressed, because he was about to resign from his company but due to some reasons he was not able to do so. But he gave a clear cut indication that sooner or later he will leave the company. He was happy that he actually showed that he will f*** everybody if they doesn’t move accordingly or give him the importance, well every hard working and dedicated person will seek proper importance as well as appreciation . He was actually more or less perplexed with situation he created. It was a consolidated form of it drama, where he made everybody cry…..… okay I got I got little deviated from the main topic.. Actually he was narrating the entire story when he was driving. Thinking that he might be more concerned on the story then biking, so I assumed that might be the reason why he was driving slow… but that’s not all the story. That’s not full coverage of the episode it’s just the beginning of actual act. Well somehow I reached the air port without any harm or time delay as I had taken approximately 2 to 3hr backup. All hail to his biking I was on time.. I was on time…….. (getting the point…) after 2-3hr backup I was on time..:D
Next ride : I had to leave for Bangalore for holiday and as messed up with my routine I was packing my things even at the last moment and this time I was not having 3hr backup. But somehow I managed to have some backup of 2hrs 30 min. First of all I looked for taxi and my good luck ended me up with too many taxies.. I mean none. Thinking that my friend who had already given me a ride to airport would be more helpful and I might be able to save lot of my time for easy security checkin’s.
By this time he had resigned from his company and he was working on his B-plan. So I called him and explained all the panic I had in my mind. Well my emotional dram worked and I got the ride on his bike to airport. Huhhhhh the ride began and it was so smooth. The ride begins, I began with my story like where was I going and by what time I will back with whom and whats my plan was.. blah blah blah…, believe me it was a long explanation and it continued for a long time. Then he began from his company experience, all his previous work load and resignation attempts. Then about his one fellow colleague, and his attempts on him for a bigger master plan of engaging his sister with him(my friend), along with many other curious incidents. Then about his entire B-plan, strategy & workouts, almost everything from beginning to end. Well I always believed in his plan and it was really jotted enough to work-out to become a successful firm. You might have noticed that all these world wide discussion happened in the mere journey from newtown to airport. The amount of discussion was really huge and enormous. I was even shocked, how so many things was discussed in such a mere time.. First of all it was not just mere time it was huge time expanded over a wide span of every second. No one can guess, how such a small ride could be inflated to such a long tour. Even I was myself various questions like, wasn’t he aware of the exact path, was there Bangalore like killing traffic, was he riding tricycle or we were on Eleven number bus.. I mean to walking.
Guess what none of these were true, he knew the path, there was no traffic on highway especially on night, he was riding pular 180 and nor we were walking, actually the truth was that he was biking and its speed was “Oh god tushi great ho…” I could have walked much faster than that. It was the most cautious riding I had ever seen in my life. His speed was ultimate as he was going on some varying speed between 5 to 15, at max as per I remember, If pushed hard on some cases it reached to 25 for a fraction. Well that was the speed, now the location ie where exactly he was driving, on such a big three lane highway (thou under construction for three way but still was nearly 3 way) and he was at the side line of the road, Where you will find either someone walking or a cycle waala whistling and cycling in the mood. We were going on that specific lane. Guess he never went in that actual highway on the entire ride. He was buzzing every cycle waala and people walking on that pitty lane, with his teasing horn. He was buzzing and asking for pass from them, thou the entire highway was way empty. We were even over taken by cycle waala sometime. He asked for passes from cycle waala, walking person , rickshaw and thela(three wheel trolly used for smaller good transportation and its like richshaw(don’t get confused with auto)). He was so aliened with the lane that he lost the track of the actual path and we went into under construction path and ended up the dead end. Somehow we reached the main road. His speed used to dimmed as we used to approach any rickshaw from no speed to nothing and it was really challenging overtaking the rickshaws. He became even more conscious when he saw the police van and it was a scene seeing, how we crossed the police, the speed was at its peak, cycle waala and rickshaw was more speeding than us. I urged him asking him to let me drive but he didn’t and even I didn’t pushed hard. But this helped him to boost the speed sometime. There was this case that we were going discussing something and cycle waala buzzed us with the ring/bell from behind and he almost tumbled. Believe me he stumbled and we gave him the pass believing it was most perfect choice.
Pushing him somehow and with the god’s grace we reached the airport with reaming 30mins(approx). I was thanking my luck hoping that I might not miss my flight and actually I didn’t. After reaching the airport I thanked him for his extraneous ride, he even told me that he is leaving Kolkata for good and will be going to Delhi for startup. That meet with him actually meant a long break before we would see each other again. In simple terms that was our last seeing. Now he is Delhi still working hard.
Just entering the airport, I was felling surprised from his driving skills. My past experience with him bike should had actually added ++ facts but it got exponentially boosted. All I was thinking that I will never take ride ever from anyone. It was a shocking ride and I was just asking one question why why and why????
Way back in airport, after all security checks and in flight, I was trying to figure out why he was acting like that. I was not sure why he was acting like that; I was more than just confused, nothing about his emotion was clear. He was sad, bit staddle with his own thoughts between the decision of leaving the company and startup, tormented from his colleague and feeling of missing someone or losing someone, might had made him more precautious and even lost for sometime or something. He was even scared, as many time on the way, he mentioned that he saw a death claiming accident which actually trashed his faith on highways. Well all it appeared to me that, he was scared enough, not to make any mistake and he was running with the policy of “better late than never”.
Hmm not everyone thinks in one direction thou how critical be the situation. Same was the situation I believed was with him. He required more of support than asking for a favor from him, thou he shows he is very brave, but “egg shell is harder only from outside, inside is the real truth”.
All I want to say that however critical the situation was, or the conditions was or the feeling was: Was the time justifiable for airport ride, I guess not, There is something wrong with his driving skills as well :D. What do you think.. do post your.. comments…

The early days of survival

Every one and every time, when the new era begins.. so as the survival series begins. It happens every time one's leave the house and underlying shadow of parents or the loved one's. The time which is always quoted as experience time, when one's began to know what all world is build off, the kind of people lives around you, the way environment behaves with you, when even natures thunders with the heat sun and cloud rains and which get added up by the so called govt potholes and brilliant transportation activities.

I am from that everyone who even faced the crucial initial day of survival series in kolkata. It was utmost learning experience for me. It taught how to eat up the crude situations and one thing that there are kinds of people not just various people but variety of people who will do anything for money with two face enact, soft at face and killing at heart. Below how i faced my initial days with such cool peoples.

I step downed from the satabadi express at Howrah station at around 9:30PM, a step toward the newly upcoming so called professional life,with lots of hope and inspiration and hopes to face the future. Holding a big heavy bag, as i approached out on platform so many coolie's starting anting for the bag and the charges so high, my god i moved out with so little penny form home, i had just no idea that i had fallen in such a costlier place. So i decided to carry my bag all by self. Out sides hoping to get some route direction i asked the taxiwaal's, guess what they starting talking each other and the end result, we dont know but if you want to go there it will cost around 400Rs. Again shocked. I didn't had mobile that time so i wasn't able to call my friend. Some how i called my friend from phone booth, got the route and utterly bitterly i reached the friend's house and quest for survival began. Next day i did my joining in IBM ie on 16th june 2006 and after that some of our college mate decided to had a flat by 18th june i.e. sunday. And for that to happen the treasure hunt for the house should must begin on saturday and to be completed by the end of saturday ie 17th june 2006. As planned we all meet on saturday 17th june 2006 at some predefined place and quest for home began. With all our contact we tried to reach some flat but they didn't favored anyone's luck. I called up my friend prashant who used to work in IBM kolkata and he gave us some broker number but with precaution that it will charge us with one month rent in case of finalizing the house. Called up the broker and planned a meeting and went to see the room, the broker guy told that they will try to had it available under 10 to 12k as we were 6 guys, so thought 2k per head is not an bad idea. Well the broker was the first fellow of its kind who can screw up you as much as possible for his needs only. And we got screwed too. The second in the row was our first landlord, the so called wife of an IAS office in CJ block. The old lady's son and daughter might have left them, and she can only think of money. I still remember how she used to talk to us, like she is our grandmother, very calmly and happily. But the way she used to count every money, the greed was so vivid in her eyes. Her eyes used to widened up, let me give you synonyms condition: just watch a hungry dog tied to something and put a piece of roti just out of his reach and observer how the dog licks his tongue frequently. Every time i went to give her the money i felt the same. I never knew how she accrued to had so much of greed thou being the wife of an IAS officer. Well all in a hush the life began there with my friends.
Every morning we used to run for the Office to DLF for the training in the buses and the crowd was just the perfect for a well began. The Buses used to be so much crowed and tight packet that you never need to move once placed inside the bus . It used to be summers and the situation used to become worst with much crowd that by the time we reach to office, we were filled with full of sweat and it appears that we had just taken a shower.
After all day exhaustive training we used to be so tired that it was hard for us to walk as we had no proper dinner arrangement in those early days. The only option was for us to walk to karunamayee (saltlake) around 10 min - 15 min walking distance (at my speed) and everyday we used to eat roti and dalfry (the only good thing available.). If we tried to have something else it used to be complete messed up. One of my friend just eat Paneer roll for the dinner in a special way. He used to unroll it and eat like roti and panner dish.
This going to office with killing crowd and in the night same rumali roti (+normal roti) and dal fry wasn't enough to energize us as rest of things in their nearest location was out of our pocket budget range. Not only this there was no privacy in our flat as the money mingled landlord lady used to stay over our head, i mean over our flat and their worker used to access our rooms any time, none of us was liking the on going situation. Also when they used to have party we had to move out to one room (we had two room to use). It was irritating. So we planned to move out with a strategy thou it was costlier as well it failed 90%.

But before that the hunt for dinner directed us far far away form our flat. Its was so far it used to take around 30-35 min to reach there, wow everything we will do for a good food. We used to get good chapati (roti) and dishes, some time we used to eat up more than 10 roti's, well the food was really nice and good and at reasonable price. Dinner problem was solved but walking such a long distance was killing.

Before we leave the house we needed a new house. For that I and my friend rohit gave a complete search to colonies in DLF next to our office so that we can escape the long torturing crowed bus journey. We had word with every security guard thinking that we might get the room without the broker. We even got some ray of hope from the security guard from the building of Green wood park colony, that also because of he too was from bihar. But luck wasn't in our favor.Finally we got the broker the number from our team lead and we got to see the room and deal got finalized for the room and finally the time came to implement the plan to leave the room at CJ. Good luck or bad luck old landlord lady got some major health problem and got hospitalized and we moved out easily but the two month advance rental was going to stuck as we were in that house for just 1 and half month and we cannot get the money back with out giving the 2 month notice.

Finally We move out with our reasons and shifted to Green wood park (next to office) in the first week of aug 2006. Initially we had nothing specially next to building there was no shop or market. We had no aquaguard neither cooking arrangement. First few days we had our dinner at cafeteria or we used to go our usual place. After some time.. we came to know about the tiffin system and made our pact for dinner with tiffin system. For some days we liked the food. The best part of having the dinner in house with tiffin was that for water we used to go to office with bag filled with one or two empty bottles and used to return with filled filtered water. Well you got to do everything to survive. Things went like this for a while, then one day we got the leg of cockroach in the dinner tiffin. uhhhhhhaaa i didn't had my dinner that night and next day we fired the tiffin waala. But what next.

Things again moved back to zero, we had nothing, no proper drinking water,no dinner arrangement, no cooking ways. Time was to act then panic. So firstly we Implemented Aquaguard, for that i searched net for the aquaguard office, called up and we got the aquaguard guys next day at our house and within 2 days we had the aqugurad in our house- water problem solved. Ran for gas agency, asked some of our neighbors for help then called upon some of the gas agencies. Bad luck continued to rove around us but finally we made it. We got the gas so the basic fooding problem resolved. But we needed someone who can cook well and pretty for us. We even tried cooking even on our own, well that was very tough for us to coordinate and in the end it used to be a mess. Again took the help of the same security guard ( who once gave assurance of letting a flat without broker) and we finally got working maid at a reasonable price and problem for lunch and dinner was solved. Our luck shined and little market and one or 2 shop opened up and so the basic needs were easily patched up. Soon we had the TV and cable and thus the entertainment problem coped up as well.

Thus the life got back on track with more ease but not without a fight. Now we have almost everything for us and our friends. We can serve our friends and guest well enough. In all i forgot to add up about our new landlord, He is such a gentlemen, he treats so well and comfortably whenever we meet him. Well we are happy to have a gentleman landlord like him.

So in summary my life moved from tortured bus journey, greedy broker and old landlady, with roti and dal fry dinner or a miles walk for good dinner along with tiffin food with cockroach leg to now with every basic necessity to live a peaceful life atleast. Yup the requirement never saturates but yes they are under control.... as we are moving.. :)

Sanjay's B'day...

8th August.. a common day in the life of many peoples, but not so common for us why ? Bro its sanjay's b'day .
Hmm Most of you might not knowing who is this sanjay.. Okay but from where to start..its a long long long story... not so long either.. just stretching it too much. He is my roommate cum best friend, he is too from the Kharagpur (IIT ) + from Navada (Bihar).. all these places already have a big link in my life.. but thats not the reason why today i am writing about him. He is special, he has different approach to think visualize about everything, whether its the game of Cricket or the discussion over girl, the two extreme ends of life.
If your are with sanjay my dear you will enjoy the time to the fullest, he will never let you go down, he keeps the environment up and glow. you feel enlightened and vaticinated being with him. He makes every doubt go away, he is always there for the friends. He is a true friends. I have seen the reality. He doesn't care about money when he is with friends. He is so simple and trust worthy a very first impression will make you to be his friend.
The best part, if you really wanna know more about him, make him drink a lot and the fun will me more when you drink as well, he will be open up like anything , even more open than a open book. I just love to drink with him, especially when I Rohit (my other roommate (He is also a "class" friend)) and sanjay when we have this drinking combo session then the real fun begins.. full masti.. enjoyment, dance lots of lots of bhaat, singing, real feeling comes up, we make lots of planning and its not like that we forgot next day, we keep all those things up in the thoughts. Sanjay in itself is bomb, if sanjay and i joined together.. things gets accelerated, and if rohit joins as well, its becomes a TNT and if Prakash Ranjan (my 3rd roommate (Another "Class" friend)) gets in too, then the combo becomes deadly and we are the dynamite, we creates a wave of zeal of fun and environment, i still remember how we matched out every one in the last orion party . We even messed up because of our own way of enjoyment. All four of us makes things different.
Hmm in the flow of excitement , i just got deviated from the main topic the birth day of sanjay. It was the 8th august we planned to celebrate the b'day of sanjay as i was leaving the same day to home (bokaro), but i don't want to leave without the celebration of sanjay. We ordered a cake from the Catheline from the eden shop, shopping complex to where we all live. This is the cake which we ordered. We placed some candles over the cake.




Now The time was to lit the candles and blow a whistle to blew off the candles. We wished him once again, a very happy b'day.
Well the thou i was in a hurry we had a great afterwards when i returned. Thanks sanjay for being in my life, its great to have a friend like you... cheersss.

My 'Off'-ice 'oFF'-ice

Most of must be mesmerized by the word 'Off'-ice 'oFF'-ice, what exactly does it mean and what am i trying to implicit. Here what does it means.

For the first time when i commenced my blog writing (whose inspiration i got from my best friend Nishant neeraj who is a very fluent blog writer and observer), i was not sure what to keep the title of my blog work. Going through the bewildered flashes of my life time moments, i came across so many moments which could have been at the position of BLOG TITLE. But all those would have posed only my past, I wanted to have something which can reflect my past, present and future as well. The present is my office and future passing through the office and past, my last one year official activities which cumulated my present.

So it was decided that my title will have Office feeling in it. But why Two office i.e. office office, well my story of official life or so called professional life has gone two phases over the time line from 2006-2007. Hmm also i was inspired (Thats what bollywood says) by the serial OFFICE-OFFICE .The two time line about my professional life is quite a common one and every one might have faced at least once in his/her carrier. Its the time when you are once bombarded with hell lots of thought regarding the amount of work you are going to face in next few months and in actually you get what, even you know nothing. I almost did nothing for three months and once i felt like why the love of god i am here. I was so lost that i lost my basic calculative mechanism. I was started feeling that what i am ? With no work i got rusted and soon going to get corroded badly by this feeling and in the end won't be able to do anything in the near future. That the period of my official life which actually was 'Off' and ice chilled i.e. Off to office and Ice static my life and thus first 'Off'-ice.

The second stanza of my office life came with a new hopes and aims.I still remember the my last Orion party (last year 2006), where i drank too much and chucked all my bad experiences with a expectation for a new life. Ohh New year, for the first time it came with good aspirations. I had work, the thing i always wanted and it came in with lots of learning and interactions. I got hurdled with work and my work place became a more fun filled and charged. I made so many new friends, i realized the meaning of team after getting to work with my team mates. I joined the basket ball team and made a difference in the playing and enjoying the game. Things were moving ahead for me. The 'Off' state move to Off, means Off is oFF (-ve to -ve is +ve.) and same ice static life has now been the ICE- the one which gave me the quick smooth and fluency. My life from static and stuck changed to active and fluent. Thus the next word came to 'oFF'-ice.
here is my office and colleagues.















I know some might think what a rubbish.. but the above presented idea is what i have felt about those words and i tried to put forth my official life in those words. The day my life changes from the current scenario, those words will start exclaiming those feeling, after all, now these words are my feeling, my ideas and my new vision to life.

Phoenix - The Indian Cricket Team

Dreams.... isn't a dream, Actually how many of us believed that we (the 1 billion Indians ) will witness, the Indian team reaching making up to finals of first T20 World cup, I believe none of us had any such hopes. The Dreams for any such expectation from Indian cricketing teams was like expecting a donkey ass to win the horse race. Guess what!! looks like the game is still alive and hopes to keep the light of spirit burning in our hearts.

Yes, friends a shocking wave have ran all over India, and its not the earth quake or tsunami or any Katrine, its India shining in the T20 world cup with scintillating performance, where everyone is rising and shining with the glow, out shining everybody. The entire world is swinging in the spirit and entertainment by the Indian cricketing stars. I believe this mighty star team on paper has shown some courage to outrage everyone, defeated every prodigious team, to prove that we are still alive to kick butts and to know them we will not give up, we will not fall down, we will not die, we will not loose with out a fight, that we will give them a hell of war before they give any second thoughts about Indians. I believe the Indians are back in action to kill them all, avenge the shameful defeats and to gain back the medal of honour.

Its the same indian team who saw all of us a dramatic exit from the world cup, not even qualifying for the super eight, what a disappointment for whole of world and a big loss. Its the same team who lost from the upcoming young Bangladesh team in the world cup, the one game which showed India back to the door of the India from the world cup. Its the same shameless Indian team which let whole of India feel hurt, down, painful, pathetic , miserable and pitiful. The team being with so many medals batching records in there pockets and still wasn't able to save a game for their country. That was a day when everyone was in a rage to shutter down the Indian team, every optimistic heart was crying with a pain, the pain of not being defeated, its was the pain that this Indian never saw the spirit, the fighting spirit, ragging eyes, straight from their faces it appeared that they had lost the spirit for the game and so they lost the hopes for the game and fell down up-sides down just like rider fells from the bull ride in the end.

bUt looks like the spirit has starting sparking to shine the lost hopes of Indians. The lost feeling is rising up again, the heart has starting beating again all in the same fashion, as it used to be earlier. This teams of India has shown that fighting spirit, the spirit which is gonna uplift this team to level of trust, that anything's possible in the game with India, stating that you cannot take it granted for anything. The fight is on and is still going on, exhilarating the power and strength for the first T20 world cup.

Something has changed rather many things has change and still changing and which of these changes made the these changes valuable enough to be counted and strengthened enough to be preserved in the so called India scenario. They changed the captaincy to one person who is not much experienced playing out side the country and who had never captained at any level of his cricketing carrier, they kept the most senior level player out of the league, the biggest three aces for the Indian cricket, U know whom am i am talking about, they backed the team with players which was once thought to rusted enough to be used ever, but all these changes are doing well, not just well , well enough to uplift the level of enjoyment for Indians and to keep the thrill, the chunk and the passion alive.

Team India has sprout at the most auspicious time. The mos hot and happening in all this game is the finals, which is gonna be between Indian and Pakistan. Well any game between India and Pakistan has its own standard and quality and thrill in it. So many factors adds up when India plays Pakistan and every men and women in India feels the game, a kind of war runs in the veins with blood, teethes gets stitched, palms recks to fist and eyes grooved with anger and with a feeling of revenge, to avenge the lost pride grows abruptly. Yes The match becomes a one hell of a match, A match to be remembered forever and ever.

We are going to witness for the first time in the history of world cricketing, INDIA vs PAKISTAN finals and that also the finals of a world cup, the first ever world cup for T20. There was a thrill and excitement just by the name of match between India and Pakistan, but now the things has grown exponentially in all levels when it comes to the final, the finals of first ever world cup for twenty twenty.

One word just don't keep fingers crossed hoping for the win, but we all have to support the team with our voice and it should be loud, so loud that it will make entire Pakistan deaf and let the entire world know that we are coming for the cup, we will have the trophy and we will crush every one in the path, as we crushed Aussies and South Africans and most proudly we did one so as we can do it again. As this time the war is for honour and pride for the country. So the only message to rest of the world prepare to visualize the mighty third world war which gonna shocked the entire world and universe.

The Indian Lions and Tigers are so ready for the 'Ghosh and Kawaabs'. Yes thats the Phoenix, Go Go my Phoenix, The Time is ours to show the world what we are.

Chapter ! (1).

Chapter ! (1).

Every been to college or faced the hostel life, If yes then u must have encountered a enormous different kind of peoples. The peoples who surrounds u all the time, the fellows which formulates the group the one u call ur gang. The friend circle with whom u spend most of ur loving and masti time. The time which you even want to forgot, cannot forget. The time which builds you, lifts you to the points of various thoughts, version of ideas, innovative and calculative ideas. The discussion, the fight over thoughts and irritation of frustrations and helping each other in times of crisis.
Those were the best days of my... rather say everyone's life.
Here i trying to formulate how our wing so called RKCGE formulated.
Let me introduce the few first characters of my wing which in actually help in the creation of my wing.
Here are they
1. Gaurav Nema (Uffh Haramkhor): The stud of Mech Dept DR:1. garland piece :1.
2. Dharmendra Kumar (Uffh Dharmu): Myself , just a member of Fellow from Elec Dept: me nothing but always ready with a solution. Garland piece:2
3. Neeraj Kumar singh (Uffh Baby da): another maagoo from Mech but remained most of time in chaaggi.. .: Unique creature hard to understood but been very soft at heart. Garland piece :3.
4. Abhilash Sahoo(uffh Sahoo singh): Another maggoo from Mech most sincere and bhola bhaala guy the simplest trust worthy fellow when he joined the wing. what he is now ..hmmm is a completely different story. He was source of inspiration for something called as family: Garland piece 4.
5. Nishant Neeraj(Uffh Naishe): Another fellow from the Mech, Been a stud very hard working and motivatingm, Always ready to help us, gives ideas and many more. Garland piece :5.
6. Gaurav Priyadarshi(Uffh GP): Bigger waala stud from the Mech and rock guitarist. Bigger waala Garland piece : 6
7. Nihar ranjan dalai.(uffh nihar singh): Finally someone from the Elec dept: A very sentimental and emotional guy. The one thing you cannot be sure about him is when his mood will change and what will be his next move i mean he was unpredictable and always be there for you. Garland piece: 7
8. Abhishek Prakash.(--Called now as Best Friend for any reference): well the word "Best friend " attached with a lot of irony. What a s**t guy. If i can roll back the time spent with my wingmates i would love to erase the chapter belong to, so called as Best friend. He is not
9. Apurv Mathur.(uffh Budhha, Uncle etc): The guy from the Biotech, he is another unique piece in the garland of our wing. Garland Piece: 8.

Story line 1. Creation of wing.
The story starts all the way when we all joined RK in our second year. For one year i was with the seniors in senior wings for the year 2003-2004. I believe it was a terrific year for all of us.
It was the spring semester when the chaos started for formulation of the wing for the second year students.

I along with my two room mates apurv mathur and neeraj kumar singh, we pledged that we will stay together in the same wing wherever we make the wing.
So finally the quest for other such fellow begins. I with my roommates and one of so called friend Nitin who proposed for formation of new wing and took the lead for grouping the wingies. The search was on fellow like us looking for a new wing. Guess what when we were complete with all the members and would had actually created a wing my fellow nitin got the proposal from a senior wing and he left which actually ruined everything. That was the first betrayal which actually tauter us, soon other left too. The time was passing and our initial run was a failure because of faithless engine.
Somehow we finally managed to group friends for our wing. But there was a problem, see problems, one thing which cannot be terminated, its the root cause for all hells and wells, its the act for which we need to react, perhaps just to overcome this, we usually get the concept of being proactive. The Problem this time was the location of wing we searched, maintainenc secy was not ok with the location opted. So in total we all landed with the RKCGE ie RK C ground east.
Well in total it wasn't was a bad choice after all we were happy and satisfied, all my room mates were near to me and those whom we might me knowing for the first time came to know a lot better in the process of searching other as well for the wing.
There was another key to this all process, well we call him Tauseef (TC) a simple smiley boy always laughing and cheering with big smile. I still agree we did some injustice as we were not able to take him in our wing, but he was always our wingmate.

It took no time and we developed gr8 between us. We had a completed faith in each other. But as newton's law suggest to every action there is equal and opposite reaction as well, I mean to say if good thing is coming expect the bad be with you. As most of you know if things are going smooth then perhaps your moving on the wrong track, rather this all faith and goodness was the symptoms of blindness of understanding the people around us.
This was the beginning of our understanding of people, the different kind of people, facing the nature's of attitude, ego's of act, behavioral of work and the most important fact the two face's of people.
In total everyone get shaped during this timeline of hostel life. So as i. I faced so many guys and girls and every one different attitude and nature. Not going very far away i meet all kinds of people in my wing only. This chapter is just the beginning of the true story we faced in last two year of my college life. In such a short spam of time i saw the trust worthy guys like Nishant to s**t traitor guys like Abhishek prakash, confronted changing emotions of Abhilash, visualized the real low ego of baby da and saw the real agony of nema for quest and in all frustration in us.

Let me give provide the brief testimony for my wing mates.
Gaurav nema: From a very small village Sujalpur(MP). very studious guy and his only effort posted him with Department rank #1. The most special about this guy is hard work attitude. If he takes some takes for completion he will flex all his muscle to complete it. The best part about this guy is that he don't know how to ride a bicycle and just rely's in 11number bus(alias walking) and his takia kalam his haramkhor. Well he has lots of guts, as because he once told his research scholar as "Haramkhor".

Neeraj kumar singh(Baby da). This is another guy filled with lot of hard work and dedications. He used to study so much but some how he was not able to get more than chaggi in the exams. Why? after lots of research we came to know he used to give more time to teach other like Shubhang and Abhishek prakash then to give the time to himself. Even he had very low ego so low that any one used to tease him, but now after tease he has learned a lot. In total he has a lot of patience and dedication towards work. He is soft at heart and helpful. I believe he was scared of something, what was that even we don't know.

Abhilash sahoo. The biggest transition ever i had seen in my life.The credulity guy used to be simple and filled with joy and humor but something changed him so much that at some point we hardly used to had any talk, we were out of touch with him though liking next door and we remain no more trusty to him. One interesting thing about him was complete lingering to his any kind of work.

Nishant Neeraj: Amazing fellow, unique behavior, churned with trust and faith, nurtured every one with helping ideas, innovative at paint, creative with keyboard and many more...

Gaurav Priyadarshi: STUD thats the only word comes to my mind. He is good at everything.

Nihar Ranjan Dalai.: The emotional Sentimental guy. Even he is a stud and put forth everything when starts a job. One thing which he believes most was that, he is surrounded by bad luck, he thinks bad luck was his best friends. Well i hope the situation does have changed.

Abhishek Prakash: The list for this is never ending. From the list i reminded its not the good list its the black list. A whole black bible can be written about him. It will be illustrated in one of the chapters.

Apurv Mathur: Prono uncle - just had one job watch movies and TV serials and all other stuffs available over the LAN across the 24/7 span of period. In thing about this person was that if no body is out there to help you, count this person to be on your side. Its his this feature makes him everyone's best friend, a true one.

These were the unique and special creature of RKCGE. The story of each will begin in the forth coming chapters.

Till then sayonara.