DUSU Election, Result, Future and Freshers!

Generally, at eighteen we get into colleges where with our first step inside the college campus, a sense of hope, trust in ourselves, and a passion to do anything in our life generates in our heart.

The weight of heavy bags on our shoulders reduces. The uniforms disappear from our views. Suddenly a sense of freedom starts running through each single cell of our body. We forecast a carefree life.

During admissions, seniors help us so much that a feeling of love and respect develops for them inside us automatically. We come to know that there are many people other than our parents who have just walked into our life to help us. To guide us. It injects the next level of confidence into our soul.

Till then, we don’t have any idea about university election and we also don’t know that the seniors, who have just helped us belong to some party and they would come in groups in our class to make us understand the right of voting! They talk big and small issues which look senseless to us because we have just forecasted a carefree life and now, they try to make us realize that how important the voting is, which actually has nothing to do with what we have dreamt for. They make all efforts to make us understand that we should cast our first vote here only. Or we need to start voting right from there only. At the same time they stay neutral when we ask ‘who to vote for?’ They say ‘it’s your choice.’

At this age, our country allows us to vote and our constitution think that we are now ready to take our decisions which will involve us in the selection procedure of leaders.

Now, we understand what voting is and its power that shows our importance in our own eyes!

But the question is; who to vote for?

On what ground we should cast our votes?

Which party is clean?

How they have been doing since the university was built?

The warm air of election generates some interest in knowing more about it, its workers and the college issues at different levels but at the end of the day we try to stay out of it. The party workers, seniors, the nominees and the old veteran leaders (whose political career start and end inside the boundary of college campus) talk big whose major portion cross over our heads.

After some dramas, we come to see cops roaming around in our college campus which generates curiosity at one side and on the other side, the fear of facing cops disappears from our heart.

The day of voting comes!

In the morning of the day, we don’t have any idea or till then we don’t decide which party should we vote for? We call our friends over phone and talk of it. Their situation is similar. We gather and meet outside the voting area and on the spot it is decided which party is the best!

Next day, we see the election result on national news channels and read it in newspapers as well and then we come to know which party we’ve voted for. And that’s the beginning when we sit and think of the value of our voting rights.

Some lucky guys already know their rights and duties but almost 85% of the kids are not that fortunate to have such parents who could teach them that they are of more use that studies. In place, they suggest their kids to stay out of the election stuffs as they say ‘goliaan chalti hai. Yeh sab gunde mawaliyon ka kaam hai. Maar kaat karte hai!’ 

In the evening some people sit in the studios of different news channels and discuss over the result. Most of them are the politicians at national level. If their party in college wins they pat themselves and talk big. The loosing parties drag the discussion to the right direction and talk of development and other stuff and sing the song of their past when their parties had won some time.

But where are those leaders who win these elections at university level across the country?

The Workers!

I always wonder when I see tall hi-tech buildings, hotels getting build up.

About the workers,
Who are adding their blood and sweat,
To build such beautiful buildings.

Will they be allowed to enter into the premises,
Of the these buildings,
Once they get completed,
To see their art and labor?

They still live in jhuggis with tin roofs,
They still make thier food on woods,
They still eat cheap foods,
They still suffer and can't fulfill the wish of thier wives and children.

Though they make apartments,
laced with hitech equipment,
Beautiful gardens,
Beautiful kitchens,
big blue swimming pools,
Fulfilling the dreams of rich!

Tajmahal was build in twenty years.
And hands of the workers and artists were chopped off.
They knew it and left a loophole in it,
Which can't be repaired today!

Accident Happen down the Roads, because Road is always Hungry!

Exactly by 5:30PM, I leave my office,
Then starts a bike race,
Race with the auto rickshaws,
With buses,
With cars and bikes.
And cycles as well!

It was raining,
Road was wet,
Like a plate has been sprayed with water,
Before filling it with food.

I ride,
Slow and fast,
Fast and slow,
With horn, blowing with little break,

I move on,
tearing through the crowded city roads.
The car moved on right,
And an old man on the left.
Quite relaxed.

I blow horn.
Once, twice, thrice.
The old man walks,
And walks like a deaf.

I visualize his right hand,
Getting hit by my bike.
And I simply press brakes.
Bike jumps into the car,
And me on the road,
Wet road.

I rise up.
Collect my bag.
Some people run to pick my bike up.
'Are you alright?'
Somebody asks.
'Yeah, Thank you.' I say.
And jump back on my bike.
Lovely parrot bike.

A man approaches,
And says,
What were you doing?
I got confused.
Then he grabs me with my collar.
And drags me down the bike.
Then I realize what I had done.
I have already got hit in my legs and hands,
That pain badly.

Within seconds,
The car owner is lying on the ground.
I am on riding on another bike now.
And fuks the bloody bastard.

That's the humanity in New Delhi.
People love their cars,
More than their mothers and sisters.
I shower heavy punches on the sisterfucker.
And ride back on my lovely bike,
And fly to my place!

Our Elders!

Every second or third day an old man or an old woman stops me outside a park where I go for jogging and exercising.

There is a big temple at a corner of it. The place is a well known posh area of west Delhi. Only elders are seen there, worshipping and singing religious songs.
In morning, rich people offer tea and biscuits to poors. The quality of tea is the worst. Like water!

Well, the old people stop me and ask me where I'm going.
'Where do you want to go?' I answer.
'To my home.' They say.

I ask them to sit on the back seat of my bike and tell them to adjust and sit comfortably and grab me tightly so that they cant fall. They do the same and adjust their yellow sticks that is their only helper to walk, nicely.

On the way I ask them many questions. I know they love talking to people.
They say they have to walk to the temple everyday to meet gods and enjoy bhajans and have to come back on feet.

It really feels painful when they say their own kids dont have time for their old parents to drop or pick at the temple or to talk to them. Plus their grown up children give them some works like; getting milk & curd & green vegetables at this hour.

On the other side I see middle aged men and women walking out with hybrid dogs.

They love dogs more than their parents!

I can still remember the time when I was a small kid and lived in village. My mother used to teach me, 'son, you should respect and lov your grand father & mother because one day you'll also be a grand parent and you can what is happening all around with the old people.'

Even today, when I visit my parents I see them taking care of my grandma and realise the great difference between the life of old people in metros and small town.

One day everybody will grow old and get the same treatment!

The Viva!

There are few students who never care for their studies since they were small kids and there are some kids who are smart enough but become careless when they come to know that they would get nothing out of their hard work.

I and my friend Mangal fall in the second category. I’d reached to the college late not only because I don’t have car but also because I had to meet my girlfriend who never bothers of my time. I'm happy she cares of hers! Mangal reached the college even later than me.

In fourth year of engineering colleges, it becomes a fashion or custom; not to go college. The ones who still go (despite knowing the custom) are considered fools or Chootias. It was the viva of one subject. Amm, I’ve forgotten the name of that subject. Wait for a while. Let me remember the name of the subject. Well, I get confused with short form names of the subjects. Engineering students called the subjects by their short cut names. The names are good till the day last external paper of that semester takes place. After that day, it becomes harder for the students like me to remember the short names as all the short names appear the same or rather mixing up like Khichdi. Oh, yes, it was the viva of ES (Embedded System). ES meant Electrical Science when we were in the first year. It’s not all my fault only that I always get confused with the short names. You see!

It quite hard to ignore the people who were once your friends and they’ve become your enemies now. It happens in everybody’s life. Especially in college days. They become friends in first year and fight with each other when they fail to see their own friends' either rising high or doing pretty well with the girls.

Mangal was still to see the main gate of the college so I chose to sit in the library so that I could read some news papers and magazines in peace and also could keep my enemies out of my sight. People, who know to love and respect a lot, also know how to hate madly and kick ass when it’s required. Well, I just flipped through the pages of the news paper and looked at the photos that started from the third page of the Delhi times that began with some half naked rich Indian ladies and ended into almost full naked western ladies. I wondered if becoming richer reduces clothes then the richest ladies might not go to shop dresses ever. There was a time when the beauty of a lady was judged by the prettiness of her face. But time has changed now. Not only guys but also girls judge a lady by the attractiveness of her whole body, from her hairstyle to her stylish sandals via many things.

Finally the viva started with the arrival of Mangal. He looked here and there in hurry and passed some lude comments on the passing by girls who looked prettier. I never understood why he always stared so badly on the bosom of any lady. We walked downstairs to the canteen to have some bread pakoras.

After some time we came to know that the practical file of the subject was very necessary to give viva. I cursed Gyan, who lived in the street in which I have my rented house. I abused him for not telling me that he had done file work and didn’t even bother to tell me. Whenever I go out to have some fast food I just call him to share the food despite knowing that he seldom shares the price of the food equally.

The problem was that the college is at a place where you can see nothing except wheat fields all around the college like the college is a small island in the middle of the green sea. I acted smart and moved into the hall where the viva had just started.

‘Sir, can we give viva without file?’

‘Tell me your roll number. I want to circle your roll number with red ink.’

‘Sir, please.’

‘Fuck off.’

Then I and Mangal ran downstairs and moved out of the college. I roamed around the parking lot where a lot of expensive cars and bikes were standing. Many of my classmates have cars and bikes but we didn’t prefer to ask them just because the guy whose car I would have asked for has become my enemy and the other guy who had a nice bike couldn’t give his bike to us because Mangal had slipped under the truck with the bike when it was brand new. And another guy couldn’t give us the bike because he always thinks I would screw up his bike whenever I get to ride on it. Rest, we didn’t care who else had the cars and bikes.

After roaming around I became friendly with a first year student and request him to give his bike for five minutes when we spotted him teaching his bike to a extra black guy who was probably the same year student. He became ready and went out with Mangal.

After sometime we had the files in our hands but empty. We asked some guys for their files and selected the one that was most beautifully written. It was a girl’s file. We sat and wrote the file with our maximum speed. After an hour the files were complete and looked like any guy could have written the files better even when they would have been asked to write for the rough use. But we’d the files now.

After pushing some guys away from our way we rushed into the hall where viva was being taken. Our turns (according to our roll numbers) were still to come but we preferred to finish the work off and leave for our homes. It looked like a formality. And that’s the reason we’d never got good percentage of marks in any semester despite scoring high in the external papers.

‘Good morning sir,’

‘Good after noon sir.’ Mangal said and looked at me as if I would have said something wrong there. I corrected ‘good after noon sir’ with a smile on face that disappeared after showing my teeth to the viva taker.

Can you believe we dint even know the name of that teacher? In fact, we didn’t know who else our teachers were and what our subjects were. Many guys become the same.

We put our files on the table before us, facing the teacher.

‘What are your roll numbers?’

Mangal told our roll numbers.

‘You tell yours only.’

‘Okay sir.’

The viva started with the question that we’ve been hearing since the first viva we gave in our college; what have you studied?

We were all prepared with the answer.

‘Sir, we’d our NPCIL paper yesterday, so--.’

‘Okay, so how did you do in the paper?’

‘Very well sir.’

After fooling him for some time we reached at the topic on which we’d to give our viva.

‘Sir, I’ve just heard that you’re asking current affairs and not the questions from ES.’

Mangal kicked his left foot on my right foot. I recognized he had told to me not to act smarter or foolish before the teacher. Before I could have uttered anything the teacher had fired a question from the current affairs.

‘What the capital of South Africa?’

‘Sir, Johannesburg.’

‘Cape town.’ Mangal corrected my answer. I realized that I shouldn’t have spoken of the current affairs to the teacher.

‘Who is the president of South Africa?’

‘Sir, he is a coal black man. I can’t remember his name but I had seen him when he was giving trophy to Yuvraj Singh after a match there.’

‘You?’ the teacher pointed his bros towards Mangal now.

‘Sir, pass.’

‘Okay,’

‘How many oceans are there on this earth?’

‘Seven.’

‘Name them.’

‘Okay.’

‘Is Tibet a country?’

‘No sir.’ Mangal gave the answer. Well, it was my turn to act smart. I’d heard a lot about Tibet and Dalai Lama so I gave five minute lecture on Tibet.

Similar questions were asked and the face of the teacher became blood red when he saw my file then Mangal’s. He put a sign before the names of the experiments in the index and then he circled our roll numbers with red ink.    

This is how things go on in the modern engineering colleges and that’s the reason our country fails to produce quality engineers. But still we feel proud to be engineers!

GATE 2012, (the losers’ story)

GATE-2012 has screwed up most of you. Isn’t it?

All of you’re engineers or going to be the one in few months. Most of you spent 1000 bucks for filling the gate form despite knowing that you’re not going to clear even the cut off. Indians are really very brave. We know that we can’t do it but still love to take a chance, thinking of miracles to be happened. Well, in real life no miracles happen.

Most of you have spent four years of engineering in enjoying fun. Like roaming, watching movies, eating in restaurants, fighting for girls (Imbalanced sex ratio always results into fight in India), drinking beers, vodka, wines, puffing cigarettes and hukkahs, bunking lectures and labs, surfing, reading, liking and sharing facebook stuff, running after girls despite knowing there was not any chance because girls always want a rich guy. Unfortunately, most of you are not rich so are studying engineering to become rich. This is India, rich are tired of being rich and poors want to become rich. But the young girls always need rich guys because they’re very expensive. No, no, I’m not defining the cost of a love. They’re expensive in the sense of expenditure. They’re habitual of going and eating into big restaurants, dancing in the discs, drinking in the pubs and bars, watching cinemas in PVRs (where a single ticket costs 175 bucks or more). Most important fact is that you didn’t study well. You studied at the night just before the engineering semester examinations. some of you who think they’re smart took coaching to clear GATE but failed to clear the cutoff. Let me clear one thing coaching institutes do nothing except making you fools. Fortunately, few of you got girlfriends and enjoyed the fairy tales with her. Those who didn’t get any girl enjoyed his sex life by masturbating and roaming around GB road (a red alert area in Delhi where sex is sold).

Let me come to the point. Why did you fail to do well in the paper? Can you remember Anna Hazare? Yeah, all you know this person. Most of you marched behind him, shouting slogans like ‘Bharat mata ki jai, Vande matram, fuck government off and get India released out of the corruption clutches etc…’. This is India when you stand for anything, Indian (most of them are innocent and honest because our history proves it as we got ruled by many outsiders for hundred of years) just love to walk behind you shouting and repeating the slogans. Same thing happened here in GATE-2012. Most of you don’t even know the full form of these four English letters, G-A-T-E.

Do you know?
Yes?
You’re smart enough!

The same thing happened here. Some of the PSUs announced that they’re recruiting only some engineers through GATE. This became a slogan. Everybody sang this song. And filled the GATE form. Some of you studied hard for it. Some just looked at the formulae. Some took coaching as though the coaching will fix a seat for him/her in PSUs. Some looked at it as an opportunity to fool their parents by saying that GATE will give them jobs so that their parents couldn’t eat their heads for some more time regarding placement. Some just hate to give a damn fucking look at the books. Despite knowing everything you people expected that you would screw up the GATE paper like you've been doing with you engineering semester papers by studying for a night or two and clearing papers with handsome percentage of marks. IITians who’ve already grabbed the placements in big Indian and foreign companies just wrote the paper to feel how smart they are. They thought they could clear the paper without studying hard. In return GATE reped thier ass too. They’re simply the assholes. I just hate IITians. I don’t know the reason!
You people just dint like to give a damn look at the number of vacancies through GATE and filled the form, singing the same song “GATE will give us the jobs, GATE will give us the jobs.” Finally it gave us the blowjobs!

When I was a kid my school teachers always use to tell me that Rome was not built in a day whenever I tried to act smart and looked for some short cuts. I didn’t understand the clear meaning of this proverb. When I became a young man I understood the meaning when my all shortcut failed everywhere.
Most of you’re the same. You didn’t study well so your GATE paper didn’t go well. I’m again repeating my school teacher words ‘Rome was not built in a day’. I don’t know where is Rome and how much time did it take to build it. But I want to say one thing that without studying hard you can’t clear GATE or even smaller examinations which will give the job of security guard.

‘Am I discouraging you?'

‘No, not at all.'

I’m just telling you the truth. Don’t feel bad about what has happened to you. Just keep enjoying your life and give some 2 to 3 hours on your study table everyday you can do what you’ve never dreamt for. You can clear IES, IAS and all the reputed examinations. You’ll get a job for sure. Feel proud to be an engineer. This degree has a magic stick. It will work someday.

Did you like this fucking lecture?

Nope?

Yeah?

Then?

The things that your eyes would never see!

God is very happy with Delhi and has started thinking of the rising height of mercury so he would have decided to shower Delhi. Well, it’s monsoon and according to it there must be some heavy rain over here. The most enjoyable moment that is being squeezed from this season is to stay under sheet for long and enjoy sex with the bed partner. Unfortunately, I don’t have a bed partner and I hate staying into bed for long whether its monsoon or winter or scorching summer.

As usual I woke up early and walking fast rushed towards the Japanese Park. There was very few attendances over there as most of the walkers were still to open their eyes and see the awesome sexy atmosphere. It rained heavy with huge thunders and lightening last night so there was water everywhere except the jogging marble track that is just a few inches above the ground level. After finishing jogging it was time to stretch arms and so some exercises. Nobody was there where many youngsters and old men and women come to stretch their muscles to make them strong.

The sound that was coming from the patting of my shoes and the water hiding under grass was very pleasing to head and soul. Some of the water, penetrating the tiny holes entered into my shoes and wetted my socks and feet as well. Without wasting time I started doing exercises like push-ups, chin-ups and some more exercises. Whenever there is scare of heat you get more energy.

After lightening, thundering and showering the earth, clouds were in no mood to stay away leaving Delhi sky. Making several layers it was covering whole sky keeping away the mightiest sun from the view, they had started flashing some water drops over earth. A jat uncle, holding an umbrella appeared who loves to do exercises more the youngsters. He noticed me, saw here and there, looked at me and left. After sometime some jhuggi kids came, exercised and left.

I was not getting tired and was getting more energy, I don’t know why so I continued exercising with the continuity of the rain. Everything (the trees, the plants, the marbled tracks, the fountains, the leaves the light poles) were shining more as they had already got wet and light was being reflected more so their shining sight was pleasing my eyes. It was time to return home and study something as my sessional papers are about to begin from 13^th of this month.

The rain was turning heavier, the clouds had already covered the whole park as if they were trying to stay here for years and shower it nicely to turn it into a pond. I started returning following the same jogging track looking at the trees that were covered by the flood of birds. I don’t from where so many birds had come there. The last night rain had already filled the ponds, increasing the level of water some inches. The buzzing sound of the crickets was audible that can be heard at night only.  It was raining so heavily that the patting sound of the water over trees’ leaves and the ground was audible clearly.

The biggest pond of the park was about to flood the whole park as the water level had already increased by one meter. The crows and other birds were sitting on the trees and plants on the bank of the pond. Most of them were enjoying the rain as they had squeezed their body sticking their feathers to their bodies. The colorful pebbles that cover the banks of the pond were not visible as the water had already submerged them under it. The ducks, making small groups of around 10 to 15 that swim there, were sitting on the water near the banks. Some naughty crows were trying to play with the ducks but the ducks were in no mood to play with them just to enjoy the heavy rain. I reduced my pace but kept walking staring continuously towards the pond. Suddenly I saw something swimming across the water. Expecting it a small black boat without any person on it, I jumped off the jogging track and ran quickly towards the pond. It was not a boat as something else was swimming. They were swimming in some patterns and were getting spread at times. Their heads with long neck were visible out of water. Some of them started flying above water, some vanished into water dipping their heads under water, some were running on water as if the water was something like solid road for them, some stretched their feathers and covered the smaller heads, some loved to stay calm keeping their necks above water.

‘Hello son, you are enjoying the sight,’ a voice reached my ears suddenly. I turned my head aside rolling my eyes and saw a well dressed old man, holding an umbrella was standing next to me.

‘Oh, hello uncle,’ I said looking back towards the black birds.

‘Your eyes have good power to capture such sights,’ said uncle looking towards the birds.

‘Look at them, they are looking so beautiful. They can be seen here only during heavy rain,’ he continued.

‘I’ve already made 10 to 12 videos of these birds,’ said the old man.

‘How nice, can you mail them to me please. Take my email id,’ I said.

‘Son, I don’t have a minute to do any work then how would I mail you?’ he said.

‘Okay, but what do you do?’ I asked the old man.

‘I do nothing, I’ve already crossed my sixties. I love to roam so keep roaming here and there. I wake up early and start roaming and reach my place by 10pm when my wife is waiting for dinner with me,’ he continued.

‘What do you do?’ he asked me.

‘I’m a writer,’ I answered looking at him.

‘Very nice. You are blessed with some extra ordinary head. work hard. You will go to America, Australia etc. your eyes have different capacity to view and analyze this world. One day you’ll roam across the whole world. God bless you,’ the old man said.

It was a bit irritating me as I was supposed to enjoy the view but the old man was disrupting that. I distracted my eyes from his face and rolled my eyes back towards the pond but the birds were not visible by them. They had disappeared somewhere into the water or into the cloudy sky. I cursed the old man for wasting my time. I looked into his eyes with anger and he stared back…………