Welcome u all, we’ve gotta story to tell,
‘bout last ten yrs we spent in FIL.
Now hang in there, this maybe long,
U better pay attention, coz u gotta sing along.
T.E.T.P.H.V,
it’s what we sowed in order to achieve.
Talent, Experience, Teamwork & Passion,
Happiness & Values; spread in different fashion.
F.I.D.E.L.I.T.Y.
F.I.D.E.L.I.T.Y.
We are the future & that is why.
We’re here to succeed, we’re here to create,
Clap ur hands y’all, 10yrs we celebrate.
Before we go ahead, lets rewind this back,
10 yrs ago with 20 ppl in tech.
Rattan was the man, who led the show,
& from then on, FIL started to grow.
In the next two yrs, FMR joined the club,
set Gurgaon-Bangalore as operations hub.
March ‘two thousand three’, created history,
Cus-tomerrr Ser-vices set a family tree.
Our sister came along, in 2004,
Telecom Company, her name is ‘COLT’.
In 2005, the year was a key,
1st Fid Fund launched, by AMC.
For a better future & double ur money,
Matching Grant came in handy for all of Thee.
The same yr India gave ISA a boost,
With Chennai joining forces, our problems got the boot.
F.I.D.E.L.I.T.Y.
F.I.D.E.L.I.T.Y.
We are the future & that is why.
We’re here to succeed, we’re here to create,
Clap ur hands y’all, 10yrs we celebrate.
And just when we thought, our numbers stood still,
In 2006, came Ins-ti-tu-tio-nal !!
Despite the recession, we bailed out in time,
We were more than 1000, in 2009 !!!
With Tiger’s launch, we entered the dragon,
Tunisia later, joined the band-wagon.
We surfed through the bull & sailed through the bear,
We held the fort without any fear.
Discovering new oceans, we wanted to explore,
we’ve got the courage, to leave sight of the shore.
We took the lead, never follow the trend,
its just the beginning and not the end.
F.I.D.E.L.I.T.Y.
F.I.D.E.L.I.T.Y.
We are the future & that is why.
We’re here to succeed, we’re here to create,
Clap ur hands y’all, 10yrs we celebrate.
F.I.D.E.L.I.T.Y.
F.I.D.E.L.I.T.Y.
We are the future & that is why.
We’re here to succeed, we’re here to create,
Clap ur hands y’all, 10yrs we celebrate.
Written by - Sidharth Raina & Arti Anand.
Sunday, August 07, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
3.1.6 - A Rap Song on our Cab Journey
Route UWA 3.1.6
to reach office for 11.30 shift.
with three funny blokes & a girl in a fix,
Sharing a giggle & playing cheeky tricks.
We’ve got a driver, his name is HAWA
He doesn’t reach late, Neva neva nevaaaa
First pick is Raina,
he’s called Sid
with him, oh Boy!
you neva wanna kid
He’s the Indian Batman sleeping really really late.
waking up at 9, with a “gud gud in his pate”
He boards the cab at quarter to ten,
that’s when the real cab journey begins.
CHORUS
Route UWA 3.1.6
to reach office for 11.30 shift
with three funny blokes & a girl in a fix.
Yo route UWA 3.1.6, 3.1.6,3.1.6
Its an experience u neva wanna miss.
Next thing to do, is to give ‘em calls !!!
everyone answers, but Sunny misses all.
AA is the girl, called Arti Anand
She’s the one who’s created all the gandh.
3 calls atleast, is what she needs.
Her first word is Sorry, when she speaks.
Cold Coffee in her hand, which is bound to drip,
“chabar chabar” she does, through out the trip !
Next is Gaurav Gambhir, always standing at the gate.
He takes the front seat, listening to 104.8.
When there’s a traffic jam, he gives it a boot.
Flashes his Air Force card, & takes the Cantt. Route.
After 10 mins of wait, there’s no sign of him.
We thought he’s punctual,
Oh, afterall he’s Sunny Singh.
This Sagarpur dude, always shows off his style.
distance from his house, is almost 1 mile.
All he’s got a smile to flash,
ask him for a treat, n he’s out of cash.
CHORUS
We zoom through the traffic on N.H 8,
with Hawa Singh on hot seat, taking care of our fate.
Reaching daily ontime, we’d say, Oh crap.
Cab masti all the time, leads us to make this ‘rap’.
- Sidharth Raina / Arti Anand
to reach office for 11.30 shift.
with three funny blokes & a girl in a fix,
Sharing a giggle & playing cheeky tricks.
We’ve got a driver, his name is HAWA
He doesn’t reach late, Neva neva nevaaaa
First pick is Raina,
he’s called Sid
with him, oh Boy!
you neva wanna kid
He’s the Indian Batman sleeping really really late.
waking up at 9, with a “gud gud in his pate”
He boards the cab at quarter to ten,
that’s when the real cab journey begins.
CHORUS
Route UWA 3.1.6
to reach office for 11.30 shift
with three funny blokes & a girl in a fix.
Yo route UWA 3.1.6, 3.1.6,3.1.6
Its an experience u neva wanna miss.
Next thing to do, is to give ‘em calls !!!
everyone answers, but Sunny misses all.
AA is the girl, called Arti Anand
She’s the one who’s created all the gandh.
3 calls atleast, is what she needs.
Her first word is Sorry, when she speaks.
Cold Coffee in her hand, which is bound to drip,
“chabar chabar” she does, through out the trip !
Next is Gaurav Gambhir, always standing at the gate.
He takes the front seat, listening to 104.8.
When there’s a traffic jam, he gives it a boot.
Flashes his Air Force card, & takes the Cantt. Route.
After 10 mins of wait, there’s no sign of him.
We thought he’s punctual,
Oh, afterall he’s Sunny Singh.
This Sagarpur dude, always shows off his style.
distance from his house, is almost 1 mile.
All he’s got a smile to flash,
ask him for a treat, n he’s out of cash.
CHORUS
We zoom through the traffic on N.H 8,
with Hawa Singh on hot seat, taking care of our fate.
Reaching daily ontime, we’d say, Oh crap.
Cab masti all the time, leads us to make this ‘rap’.
- Sidharth Raina / Arti Anand
Thursday, December 23, 2010
TIME
Time, they say, is a part of the measuring system used to sequence events, to compare the duration of events and the intervals between them, and to quantify rates of change such as the motions of objects. I know, it seems like Wiki style, but it is the truth. Also, time has been of special importance in history, after all, it has wrapped the most important, pathetic and totally impossible events in itself.
Time has not only shown us what it has to offer humans, it also makes us realize, that there’s a cycle; a chain of events which has, and will keep on repeating sometime or the other. When our forefathers told us, TIME (not the magazine) is of utmost importance, we hardly understood why they say such things, despite being ‘modern’ of their age. I guess what they wanted to inform us was, that TIME not only shows us different things, it gives us experience. Experience enough to differentiate one thing from another, experience enough to understand the gravity of any situation you are in.
Usually, time has been understood and explained by the greats and experienced ones during those moments where relationships or emotions were involved. Relationships and emotions between countries or human beings. Being human not only makes us face time with first-come-first-serve basis, it also makes us prone to consequences thereafter. However, those consequences, which we suffer, make us realize the importance of time and the emphasis on thinking before acting.
When we suffer, we have scars, some literal, some metaphorical. But in reality, the metaphoric scars hurt humans more than any possible or impossible ones. Under such circumstances, the greats (or what we say, the most hurt ones) have told us to let ‘time’ pass by. How can time make u forget the pain u suffered, the anguish, the ironic moment u were in? Is it because of the habit, we tend to forget that moment of pain or the habit of living on first-come-first-serve basis?
Lets talk about my recent encounter with TIME. Talking in terms of military (as I love it), I had a good coordination with my boss, General Sechapper. We understood each other, helped and made things run as team, despite other crappy personnel within our team. It was like the moment where you were the sniper and your partner, your eyes on the target, guides you in order to make you take ‘the’ perfect shot. Time had passed by and we had made some marks of our achievements for people to see.
But recently, some work came by, which not only hampered, but broke the core understanding between us both. The Project Brick Road, initiated by our boss was thought to be monumental in regards to the current work we were doing. This project would not only bring a massive change, but improve (as the boss said it) the way we work. Decrease manual work and improve efficiency. Thinking in such broad terms and aspect, definitely meant that this project wasn’t supposed to be only a project. It was to be an operation. Things started getting out of hand from day one. Our Boss, General Messi was at the base, keeping himself away from field duty. My 6th Sniper Division was supposed to be headed by my immediate boss, Major S'échapper. However, I got to know right away that I am all by myself. I shouted for help and support; crying that the outcome might be similar to the Battle of Mogadishu. But General Messi, stating that I’m a fine sniper, can do the job all good.
In response to my pleas for back up, I was given a rookie, a soldier from the Territorial Army (the name says it all)[for any army jargons, please Google]. Now how is a sniper supposed to train a Territorial Army soldier? That too during the Project running!! Well, moving on with the story, a sniper like myself, who has simply fought battles and small fights in cities, single handedly tackled around 4-5 divisions of the enemy in the war. But like I said earlier, things got out of hand from day 1. General Messi kept comparing things with his previous battles he had leaded, without understanding it’s a different war. Major Sechapper kept coming in and going out of the project. All in all, with the whole chaos, we lost the war. The outcome was as similar to the Battle of Mogadishu. And now we end up clearing our own mess.
So, now, both General Messi and Major Sechapper blame me, the sniper for the loss of the war. Yes, definitely I agree I could not handle all 9 army divisions, 3 tank regiments and 2 helicopter squadrons along with 2 battalions of AA artillery. But isn’t that outstandingly stupid? I guess the stats of the war can clearly make you get the summary of the situation. Also, a small army prank with the major, I was the one to blame. And that was clearly shown in his work during the war.
However, what my point is, in this story, that suddenly with this war, my relation, my moment with Major Sechapper, those deeds we did for each other are now unaccounted for. Although the reader, including myself would like to know how come those deeds are forgotten, but the point here is, How, can those deeds, those moments be relived and how can this regretful situation be put aside? After all, Ray Cummings, an early writer of science fiction, wrote in 1922, "Time… is what keeps everything from happening at once".
I hardly care about General Messi, because he simply wants his job done, no matter how. But Major Sechapper, we knew, and know each other well. The most painful thing here isn’t that my major blames me for the outcome of Project Brick Road, but his work was affected with that prank I had played on him. I don’t think this was fair on the part of the Major. Now, after losing my cool for all this, major hardly wants to clear the air between us.
TIME, is the word I had in mind for all this. But how can time play its part here? Isn’t it going to take its toll before giving any fruits, if it had to give any? Time, if given, wont it create communication gap? Coz both parties have their own opinion to express. In the story above, despite the fact that Major affected his judgment in his work, for the prank played, why is it that time needs to given, in order to settle the differences?
Probably, the answer what I think may be, is that humans have the ability to accomplish anything or nothing within a specific timeline. TIME will not change its pace, but humans can. And I guess due to this reason only, we let ‘time’ pass by, subconsciously knowing that we can resolve or accomplish that task, any “time”.
I rest my case with these lines:
There is an appointed time (zman) for everything. And there is a time (’êth) for every event under heaven–
A time (’êth) to give birth, and a time to die; A time to plant, and a time to uproot what is planted.
A time to kill, and a time to heal; A time to tear down, and a time to build up.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance.
A time to throw stones, and a time to gather stones; A time to embrace, and a time to shun embracing.
A time to search, and a time to give up as lost; A time to keep, and a time to throw away.
A time to tear apart, and a time to sew together; A time to be silent, and a time to speak.
A time to love, and a time to hate; A time for war, and a time for peace. – Ecclesiastes 3:1–8
Time has not only shown us what it has to offer humans, it also makes us realize, that there’s a cycle; a chain of events which has, and will keep on repeating sometime or the other. When our forefathers told us, TIME (not the magazine) is of utmost importance, we hardly understood why they say such things, despite being ‘modern’ of their age. I guess what they wanted to inform us was, that TIME not only shows us different things, it gives us experience. Experience enough to differentiate one thing from another, experience enough to understand the gravity of any situation you are in.
Usually, time has been understood and explained by the greats and experienced ones during those moments where relationships or emotions were involved. Relationships and emotions between countries or human beings. Being human not only makes us face time with first-come-first-serve basis, it also makes us prone to consequences thereafter. However, those consequences, which we suffer, make us realize the importance of time and the emphasis on thinking before acting.
When we suffer, we have scars, some literal, some metaphorical. But in reality, the metaphoric scars hurt humans more than any possible or impossible ones. Under such circumstances, the greats (or what we say, the most hurt ones) have told us to let ‘time’ pass by. How can time make u forget the pain u suffered, the anguish, the ironic moment u were in? Is it because of the habit, we tend to forget that moment of pain or the habit of living on first-come-first-serve basis?
Lets talk about my recent encounter with TIME. Talking in terms of military (as I love it), I had a good coordination with my boss, General Sechapper. We understood each other, helped and made things run as team, despite other crappy personnel within our team. It was like the moment where you were the sniper and your partner, your eyes on the target, guides you in order to make you take ‘the’ perfect shot. Time had passed by and we had made some marks of our achievements for people to see.
But recently, some work came by, which not only hampered, but broke the core understanding between us both. The Project Brick Road, initiated by our boss was thought to be monumental in regards to the current work we were doing. This project would not only bring a massive change, but improve (as the boss said it) the way we work. Decrease manual work and improve efficiency. Thinking in such broad terms and aspect, definitely meant that this project wasn’t supposed to be only a project. It was to be an operation. Things started getting out of hand from day one. Our Boss, General Messi was at the base, keeping himself away from field duty. My 6th Sniper Division was supposed to be headed by my immediate boss, Major S'échapper. However, I got to know right away that I am all by myself. I shouted for help and support; crying that the outcome might be similar to the Battle of Mogadishu. But General Messi, stating that I’m a fine sniper, can do the job all good.
In response to my pleas for back up, I was given a rookie, a soldier from the Territorial Army (the name says it all)[for any army jargons, please Google]. Now how is a sniper supposed to train a Territorial Army soldier? That too during the Project running!! Well, moving on with the story, a sniper like myself, who has simply fought battles and small fights in cities, single handedly tackled around 4-5 divisions of the enemy in the war. But like I said earlier, things got out of hand from day 1. General Messi kept comparing things with his previous battles he had leaded, without understanding it’s a different war. Major Sechapper kept coming in and going out of the project. All in all, with the whole chaos, we lost the war. The outcome was as similar to the Battle of Mogadishu. And now we end up clearing our own mess.
So, now, both General Messi and Major Sechapper blame me, the sniper for the loss of the war. Yes, definitely I agree I could not handle all 9 army divisions, 3 tank regiments and 2 helicopter squadrons along with 2 battalions of AA artillery. But isn’t that outstandingly stupid? I guess the stats of the war can clearly make you get the summary of the situation. Also, a small army prank with the major, I was the one to blame. And that was clearly shown in his work during the war.
However, what my point is, in this story, that suddenly with this war, my relation, my moment with Major Sechapper, those deeds we did for each other are now unaccounted for. Although the reader, including myself would like to know how come those deeds are forgotten, but the point here is, How, can those deeds, those moments be relived and how can this regretful situation be put aside? After all, Ray Cummings, an early writer of science fiction, wrote in 1922, "Time… is what keeps everything from happening at once".
I hardly care about General Messi, because he simply wants his job done, no matter how. But Major Sechapper, we knew, and know each other well. The most painful thing here isn’t that my major blames me for the outcome of Project Brick Road, but his work was affected with that prank I had played on him. I don’t think this was fair on the part of the Major. Now, after losing my cool for all this, major hardly wants to clear the air between us.
TIME, is the word I had in mind for all this. But how can time play its part here? Isn’t it going to take its toll before giving any fruits, if it had to give any? Time, if given, wont it create communication gap? Coz both parties have their own opinion to express. In the story above, despite the fact that Major affected his judgment in his work, for the prank played, why is it that time needs to given, in order to settle the differences?
Probably, the answer what I think may be, is that humans have the ability to accomplish anything or nothing within a specific timeline. TIME will not change its pace, but humans can. And I guess due to this reason only, we let ‘time’ pass by, subconsciously knowing that we can resolve or accomplish that task, any “time”.
I rest my case with these lines:
There is an appointed time (zman) for everything. And there is a time (’êth) for every event under heaven–
A time (’êth) to give birth, and a time to die; A time to plant, and a time to uproot what is planted.
A time to kill, and a time to heal; A time to tear down, and a time to build up.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance.
A time to throw stones, and a time to gather stones; A time to embrace, and a time to shun embracing.
A time to search, and a time to give up as lost; A time to keep, and a time to throw away.
A time to tear apart, and a time to sew together; A time to be silent, and a time to speak.
A time to love, and a time to hate; A time for war, and a time for peace. – Ecclesiastes 3:1–8
Saturday, January 02, 2010
This is My December.....This is my time of the year......
Well, Its been a long time since i wrote. The last i typed for my self was to fill in details to find a 'suitable' job for myself on one of the numerous job portal sites.
Since the beginning of the month December '09, i felt a difference. Usually, since the past 10 (odd) years, this month of the year was very depressive, boring, ashful (not the punjabi style aish-meaning fun, but the english version) and life ending. Well, i know it is the same for all the nature-dependent creatures on this planet, but hey !! I am selfish, as i'm a human....
The last decade for me went tough, as i had started being responsible for my own acts. Whatever i did, how i did, it was me who had to check things everytime. It might sound "usual stuff" for you. But at the age of 17, what do you expect a person to think & live ? Being an introvert, I got a chance to live in a state where people love to live king-size, show off and are proud, both ways. For those who are Joey, its the state called, PUNJAB.
Cutting all those stories of my life there, the month of december never bore fruits for me. It was cold, literally. Never could see through it. And some how, the fog which was everywhere during this month had somehow managed to create a blanket of its own within my subconcious mind. And this was supported by all the extra stuff, like exams during this month, & no chance of nothing working for me. Also, i started noticing during the later part of the decade, that during winters, i could not make way for me anyway(as education was the only thing during those days). But, when it came to summers, i could move a bit ahead. It was like playing the "ONE-STEP-FORWARD-TWO-STEPS-BACK" game.
Now, all I could recall is that if december is round the corner, I have to somehow go through this month, & wait for another 30-35 days to have some +ve energy around me. But this year, this month was way too different.
The reasons i could pull up were:
1. I was back in my city, at my own home!
2. The above point was there since 2007, but now i had no education to worry about.
3. No exams, no trips, no strings attached.
4. I have a job !!! One very good reason for me to be busy all day long, not knowing how days flew by..
5. I was with my family.
All these things really play a good part in making your stay worthwhile, anywhere, everywhere.
And to make matters more relaxing, calm & soothing, I got to chat with people whom i had last met, atleast not less than 2/5-3 yrs ago. Those people with whom i spent my struggle, my upbringing. After earning your own bread & butter, when you meet people who were during those "hard days" of yours, it really makes you come back to the ground making you realize that things always remain the same. Its just our perspective which changes, every now & then.
With all this GOOD VIBES coming along this winter, all I can say is,
THIS IS MY DECEMBER, THIS IS MY TIME OF THE YEAR.
THIS IS MY DECEMBER, THIS IS ALL SO CLEAR.
THIS IS MY DECEMBER, THESE ARE MY SNOW COVERED DREAMS.
THIS IS ME PRETENDING, THIS IS ALL I NEED.
Since the beginning of the month December '09, i felt a difference. Usually, since the past 10 (odd) years, this month of the year was very depressive, boring, ashful (not the punjabi style aish-meaning fun, but the english version) and life ending. Well, i know it is the same for all the nature-dependent creatures on this planet, but hey !! I am selfish, as i'm a human....
The last decade for me went tough, as i had started being responsible for my own acts. Whatever i did, how i did, it was me who had to check things everytime. It might sound "usual stuff" for you. But at the age of 17, what do you expect a person to think & live ? Being an introvert, I got a chance to live in a state where people love to live king-size, show off and are proud, both ways. For those who are Joey, its the state called, PUNJAB.
Cutting all those stories of my life there, the month of december never bore fruits for me. It was cold, literally. Never could see through it. And some how, the fog which was everywhere during this month had somehow managed to create a blanket of its own within my subconcious mind. And this was supported by all the extra stuff, like exams during this month, & no chance of nothing working for me. Also, i started noticing during the later part of the decade, that during winters, i could not make way for me anyway(as education was the only thing during those days). But, when it came to summers, i could move a bit ahead. It was like playing the "ONE-STEP-FORWARD-TWO-STEPS-BACK" game.
Now, all I could recall is that if december is round the corner, I have to somehow go through this month, & wait for another 30-35 days to have some +ve energy around me. But this year, this month was way too different.
The reasons i could pull up were:
1. I was back in my city, at my own home!
2. The above point was there since 2007, but now i had no education to worry about.
3. No exams, no trips, no strings attached.
4. I have a job !!! One very good reason for me to be busy all day long, not knowing how days flew by..
5. I was with my family.
All these things really play a good part in making your stay worthwhile, anywhere, everywhere.
And to make matters more relaxing, calm & soothing, I got to chat with people whom i had last met, atleast not less than 2/5-3 yrs ago. Those people with whom i spent my struggle, my upbringing. After earning your own bread & butter, when you meet people who were during those "hard days" of yours, it really makes you come back to the ground making you realize that things always remain the same. Its just our perspective which changes, every now & then.
With all this GOOD VIBES coming along this winter, all I can say is,
THIS IS MY DECEMBER, THIS IS MY TIME OF THE YEAR.
THIS IS MY DECEMBER, THIS IS ALL SO CLEAR.
THIS IS MY DECEMBER, THESE ARE MY SNOW COVERED DREAMS.
THIS IS ME PRETENDING, THIS IS ALL I NEED.
Friday, April 24, 2009
My Favourite Poem
शक्ति और क्षमा
क्षमा, दया, तप, त्याग, मनोबल
सबका लिया सहारा
पर नर व्याघ सुयोधन तुमसे
कहो कहाँ कब हारा?
क्षमाशील हो ॠपु-सक्षम
तुम हुये विनीत जितना ही
दुष्ट कौरवों ने तुमको
कायर समझा उतना ही
अत्याचार सहन करने का
कुफल यही होता है
पौरुष का आतंक मनुज
कोमल होकर खोता है
क्षमा शोभती उस भुजंग को
जिसके पास गरल हो
उसका क्या जो दंतहीन
विषरहित विनीत सरल हो
तीन दिवस तक पंथ मांगते
रघुपति सिंधु किनारे
बैठे पढते रहे छन्द
अनुनय के प्यारे प्यारे
उत्तर में जब एक नाद भी
उठा नही सागर से
उठी अधीर धधक पौरुष की
आग राम के शर से
सिंधु देह धर त्राहि-त्राहि
करता आ गिरा शरण में
चरण पूज दासता गृहण की
बंधा मूढ़ बन्धन में
सच पूछो तो शर में ही
बसती है दीप्ति विनय की
संधिवचन सम्पूज्य उसीका
जिसमे शक्ति विजय की
सहनशीलता, क्षमा, दया को
तभी पूजता जग है
बल का दर्प चमकता उसके
पीछे जब जगमग है
कवि: रामधारी सिंह "दिनकर"
क्षमा, दया, तप, त्याग, मनोबल
सबका लिया सहारा
पर नर व्याघ सुयोधन तुमसे
कहो कहाँ कब हारा?
क्षमाशील हो ॠपु-सक्षम
तुम हुये विनीत जितना ही
दुष्ट कौरवों ने तुमको
कायर समझा उतना ही
अत्याचार सहन करने का
कुफल यही होता है
पौरुष का आतंक मनुज
कोमल होकर खोता है
क्षमा शोभती उस भुजंग को
जिसके पास गरल हो
उसका क्या जो दंतहीन
विषरहित विनीत सरल हो
तीन दिवस तक पंथ मांगते
रघुपति सिंधु किनारे
बैठे पढते रहे छन्द
अनुनय के प्यारे प्यारे
उत्तर में जब एक नाद भी
उठा नही सागर से
उठी अधीर धधक पौरुष की
आग राम के शर से
सिंधु देह धर त्राहि-त्राहि
करता आ गिरा शरण में
चरण पूज दासता गृहण की
बंधा मूढ़ बन्धन में
सच पूछो तो शर में ही
बसती है दीप्ति विनय की
संधिवचन सम्पूज्य उसीका
जिसमे शक्ति विजय की
सहनशीलता, क्षमा, दया को
तभी पूजता जग है
बल का दर्प चमकता उसके
पीछे जब जगमग है
कवि: रामधारी सिंह "दिनकर"
Monday, January 05, 2009
Medical History - II : THE B.PHARMA LEGACY
Continuing from the previous post of Medical History - I, this new post contains all about the 4 years i spent at Lovely Institutes, in short.
Me (& my parents) being very eager to start off the new life, were showing up in classes 1 week earlier itself from the recommended date of starting by the university. No no, nothing of me being a geek or studious, it was the college who wanted students to show up early. Well, on the first day itself, met a guy who was from the same place, same school & same neighbourhood from where i completed my 11th & 12th grade. We became so good friends, that we moved together in one room in hostel, we started sharing almost everything (except my underwears & toothbrush). We were known as best friends for almost 1& half years, until i shifted out coz i got valid proofs of wat a big noob, dumb guy he was. Yes, it took me a long time, but it was worthful, i got to eat much bakery stuff & recharge coupons for my cellphone from his family shops !!!
Till the end of 3rd sem (after which i got admitted in hospital for liver & spleen enlargement), I was just another confused guy who couldnt understand why had he taken up this course....& to make matters worse, what was he studying everyday.
But finally in 4th sem, it was like I woke up & knew the best part of my grad. course. Had many unfinished jobs, & by the end of degree, had dirted off my shoulders a lot. My friend circle had started to be a quality one. Most of my then friend circle were hostel mates. At the end of degree, i had friends like Saurabh, Surbhit, Sunny, Tajinderpal, Ziaul Haq, Nidhi Katoch, Davinder Kalra (mechanical frnd), Gagandeep Singh (is a maniac, but nice at heart), Vikas (total HALKAT), Varun Duggal (at first i hated this guy the most & thought was a complete waste product of human sexual inter-course; but we both changed, specially him & now i love this guy).
There still are many names that if i start to write, this blog wud be a big bore (which it already is).
The B.pharm not only gave me good friends, but also made me aware of a career field, where i can grow. It showed me my managerial skills, my sports side, my love for technology....many things !!! I even got to know one main thing : "IF YOU ARE GOOD AT SOMETHING, DON'T DO IT FOR FREE." For academical purposes, my faculty had kept some big time parasites, noobs & "yes sir" people, who were always given the best care from staff members, & for people like me were discarded & discriminated, literally. But whenever it came to anything else except academics, like sports, co curricular activites, presentations & even to speak in front of some guests of the college, I was softly asked by the faculty to save their image, coz those parasites of theirs never had the guts & knowledge to face the public !! The same old Indian story ; while in college, I participated in Intra-college sports fest, University level Football tournament, won Gold medal in Play at University level, Intra-college Quiz Competion, was Placement & sports coordinator for B.Pharmacy Block, was always appreciated & placed the best in case of presentations.
The only factor i was lacking was studies, & this is where the faculty hitted & hurted me the most. They never & hardly appreciated for my efforts to save the name of the college, pharma block. But now passing out of college, whenever i meet the faculty, honestly, they do recognize me by face & name !! Now that i'm a passout, whatever i am now, is what i learnt from my college life. It is a legacy in its own way, & people associated with me during those days know in detail what the college life means to me.
Hope whoever has till now read this article might have gained an idea of what i wanted to convey through it. (apart from the fact i hardly stick to the point & its always a boring article)
Hope to come up with more articles with different subjects.
Me (& my parents) being very eager to start off the new life, were showing up in classes 1 week earlier itself from the recommended date of starting by the university. No no, nothing of me being a geek or studious, it was the college who wanted students to show up early. Well, on the first day itself, met a guy who was from the same place, same school & same neighbourhood from where i completed my 11th & 12th grade. We became so good friends, that we moved together in one room in hostel, we started sharing almost everything (except my underwears & toothbrush). We were known as best friends for almost 1& half years, until i shifted out coz i got valid proofs of wat a big noob, dumb guy he was. Yes, it took me a long time, but it was worthful, i got to eat much bakery stuff & recharge coupons for my cellphone from his family shops !!!
Till the end of 3rd sem (after which i got admitted in hospital for liver & spleen enlargement), I was just another confused guy who couldnt understand why had he taken up this course....& to make matters worse, what was he studying everyday.
But finally in 4th sem, it was like I woke up & knew the best part of my grad. course. Had many unfinished jobs, & by the end of degree, had dirted off my shoulders a lot. My friend circle had started to be a quality one. Most of my then friend circle were hostel mates. At the end of degree, i had friends like Saurabh, Surbhit, Sunny, Tajinderpal, Ziaul Haq, Nidhi Katoch, Davinder Kalra (mechanical frnd), Gagandeep Singh (is a maniac, but nice at heart), Vikas (total HALKAT), Varun Duggal (at first i hated this guy the most & thought was a complete waste product of human sexual inter-course; but we both changed, specially him & now i love this guy).
There still are many names that if i start to write, this blog wud be a big bore (which it already is).
The B.pharm not only gave me good friends, but also made me aware of a career field, where i can grow. It showed me my managerial skills, my sports side, my love for technology....many things !!! I even got to know one main thing : "IF YOU ARE GOOD AT SOMETHING, DON'T DO IT FOR FREE." For academical purposes, my faculty had kept some big time parasites, noobs & "yes sir" people, who were always given the best care from staff members, & for people like me were discarded & discriminated, literally. But whenever it came to anything else except academics, like sports, co curricular activites, presentations & even to speak in front of some guests of the college, I was softly asked by the faculty to save their image, coz those parasites of theirs never had the guts & knowledge to face the public !! The same old Indian story ; while in college, I participated in Intra-college sports fest, University level Football tournament, won Gold medal in Play at University level, Intra-college Quiz Competion, was Placement & sports coordinator for B.Pharmacy Block, was always appreciated & placed the best in case of presentations.
The only factor i was lacking was studies, & this is where the faculty hitted & hurted me the most. They never & hardly appreciated for my efforts to save the name of the college, pharma block. But now passing out of college, whenever i meet the faculty, honestly, they do recognize me by face & name !! Now that i'm a passout, whatever i am now, is what i learnt from my college life. It is a legacy in its own way, & people associated with me during those days know in detail what the college life means to me.
Hope whoever has till now read this article might have gained an idea of what i wanted to convey through it. (apart from the fact i hardly stick to the point & its always a boring article)
Hope to come up with more articles with different subjects.
Monday, December 15, 2008
My Kind Of Wedding...
This has nothing to do with me finding a hot chick & drooling over her, or me marrying the daughter of US President or me taking security measures against terrorism. The heading is related to a fear which got over me when one of my good friend, Vinayak, gave me an imagination of how he’ll laugh at me when he gets to know my marriage has been fixed with a beautiful girl. The following situation described is all about how I would be keeping people like Vinayak, Akhil, Joy, Saurabh, Ziaul, Nathan, Sunny, T.P, Surbhit at bay during such situations.
Starting from the outer circle, 500-700 mtrs away from the gates of the marriage hall will be a battalion of RIOT POLICE specially flown in from Germany (FYI, a battalion consists of approx. 800-900 men), all equipped with batons, full body protective gear, transparent shields, tear gas (if needed) and loads of rubber bullets.
Then, the inner circle, 0-200 meters away from the venue will be covered by men in uniform ; not state police like Delhi police or Punjab Police havaldars… definitely not. There will be men from UK’s SPECIAL AIR SQUADRON a.k.a SAS , and my favourite, S.W.A.T team from NYPD, all spread over the outer place of the marriage hall. And all the men will be equipped with weapons like Glock 9mm pistols, 9mm Uzi sub-machine guns, 5.56mm M-16A2s, 9mm Heckler & Kosch MP5-A2/A3s… and all having compatible laser image intensifiers, i.e, laser pointers & their helmets fitted with night vision cameras. Also, they would b covered with all the necessary protective gears. To check the wherebouts & the surroundings of the venue, a 30 men search party will be used which will have mine detectors too………………..JUST IN-CASE!!!!
Those men who would have my special interest & liking would be given one of the special designations a man could achieve: SNIPER. Those men would be spread all over the roofs & windows near the marriage hall, well equipped with semi-automatic H&K 7.62mm PSG 1 and MSG-90, SIG 7.62mm, SSG-2000 and the bolt-action Mauser SP66/86SR….all fitted with night vision 14X binoculars & spotters……………JUST IN-CASE!!!!!
Then comes the arrangement within the premises (my fav. Part). Around 90-100 men will be deployed without uniforms, wearing black suits & glasses, side-arms. All of them trained from the renowned South Korean Security & Bodyguard Agency. Out of all these, around 45 will be working as UNDER COVER AGENTS…easily spotted all over the place, as they’ll be covering themselves with bed-sheets…… “under cover agents, u see”. The rest will be having walkie talkies fitted within their suits & keeping eye on each & every movement of the guests. The gates of the venue will be having 2 metal detectors, 4 personnel each kept on single gate for personal search. The first 2 security people will just hand search guests, the other 2 will hand search again, but in a rude manner. When asked the reason why being searched the second time, it’ll be said “inhe to haath maarne ki aadat hai”.
Then there will be sniffer dogs being set free all over the place…see, it helps in many ways. 1st, rude guests behave. 2ndly, if bribed properly, they help in luring hot chicks (chicks love dogs) & also letting know which chick’s worth hitting & which all are worth throwing in the river. Once the dog finds a chick good enough to be flirted with, he shows a green signal (that of a rail master at railway stations) or he does the THUMB-UP action with a smile. If not, he marks the girl CROSS WITH A RED MARKER & leaves them for the ASSETS* to be handled (* = u need to watch The Bourne series movies to understand this word). Those girls who would smell bad, the dogs would signal for the N.B.C WARFARE DEPT. (NBC stands for nuclear, biological, chemical) who would come down & clean up the chick & spray disinfectants, fertilizers, & finally, a tinch of perfume. Oh, I forgot…they also help in keeping sarcastic people away, for which all this preparation has been done.
There also will be microphones installed within all the flower decorations & small security cameras among artifacts & showpieces. Close circuit cameras or CCTV’s installed at almost every place, even trees, ladies washrooms & bedrooms, not only at the venue but for the nearby homes too.
At the stage, where Jai-Mala would be taking place, there would be 4 personnel with tazer guns standing so that they could keep the photographers, paparazzi’s, media persons, camera men away from the wedding couple (that’ll be me & my fiancé, for those who try too hard….to understand). Guests who’ll be arriving on stage to bless the couple will first be asked for identity proofs, taken finger prints, taken mugshots* all sides (* = means the pics taken when a person has been taken into custody). And the each photograph will have the security men in it…..looking at the guests in a interrogative manner. 2 men will be out there to note down the number plates of all the cars arrived at the venue. The catering people will be under the watchful & strict eyes of men from US-FDA, who would be following the GOOD LAB PRACTICES ACT on each & every cuisine being prepared. Before serving the food to the guests, & me ofcourse, it’ll be mandate to first make the US-FDA people taste, and unless they do not give a nod ( mind it, just a nod), the food would not be served. The caterer who’ll be serving the guests would be escorted with a security man who would always push the caterer just before he serves the guests by saying “aage chal na!”.
When the Havan & rituals of the marriage would start, 3 trucks from LOS ANGELES FIRE DEPARTMENT(coz they deal with California wild fires every yr.) would be standing nearby…….…JUST IN-CASE !!!!! The pandit, who would be reading the holy scripts & mantras for the marriage would be monitored closely by the Bio-mechanics team who would wire him up with sensors all over the body. He would be brain mapped so that it could be known if he has any intentions of ruining the marriage. Not only this, there would be a 3 member translator team from Louvre Museum, France sitting next to the pandit, so that they would de-code any irregular message sent out to the ENEMY !!!!
Once the rituals are over, & the wedding couple is to leave for their place, the car which is to be used will be either the one which US president uses, or it’ll be the TATRAPAN 6x6 anti-mine ambush vehicle ( http://www.vyvoj.sk/en/index.php?id=tatrapan ). After we’ve left the venue, it’ll be under the cleaning party who’ll check for booby traps, leftovers & other stuff.
When the green signal has been given for all clear, then invitations would be send to those persons for whom this SMALL preparation had been taken. For me, that is the least I could do to keep such people away so that they do not crack sarcasm at me during the whole function, coz honestly, when u face heavy duty sarcastic people spit-firing those sarcasms & jokes at you, u pray to god its better to face a terrorist situation than to listen those crack-a-lacking stuff. People, I’ve done my part of the arrangement, what’s urs??????
Starting from the outer circle, 500-700 mtrs away from the gates of the marriage hall will be a battalion of RIOT POLICE specially flown in from Germany (FYI, a battalion consists of approx. 800-900 men), all equipped with batons, full body protective gear, transparent shields, tear gas (if needed) and loads of rubber bullets.
Then, the inner circle, 0-200 meters away from the venue will be covered by men in uniform ; not state police like Delhi police or Punjab Police havaldars… definitely not. There will be men from UK’s SPECIAL AIR SQUADRON a.k.a SAS , and my favourite, S.W.A.T team from NYPD, all spread over the outer place of the marriage hall. And all the men will be equipped with weapons like Glock 9mm pistols, 9mm Uzi sub-machine guns, 5.56mm M-16A2s, 9mm Heckler & Kosch MP5-A2/A3s… and all having compatible laser image intensifiers, i.e, laser pointers & their helmets fitted with night vision cameras. Also, they would b covered with all the necessary protective gears. To check the wherebouts & the surroundings of the venue, a 30 men search party will be used which will have mine detectors too………………..JUST IN-CASE!!!!
Those men who would have my special interest & liking would be given one of the special designations a man could achieve: SNIPER. Those men would be spread all over the roofs & windows near the marriage hall, well equipped with semi-automatic H&K 7.62mm PSG 1 and MSG-90, SIG 7.62mm, SSG-2000 and the bolt-action Mauser SP66/86SR….all fitted with night vision 14X binoculars & spotters……………JUST IN-CASE!!!!!
Then comes the arrangement within the premises (my fav. Part). Around 90-100 men will be deployed without uniforms, wearing black suits & glasses, side-arms. All of them trained from the renowned South Korean Security & Bodyguard Agency. Out of all these, around 45 will be working as UNDER COVER AGENTS…easily spotted all over the place, as they’ll be covering themselves with bed-sheets…… “under cover agents, u see”. The rest will be having walkie talkies fitted within their suits & keeping eye on each & every movement of the guests. The gates of the venue will be having 2 metal detectors, 4 personnel each kept on single gate for personal search. The first 2 security people will just hand search guests, the other 2 will hand search again, but in a rude manner. When asked the reason why being searched the second time, it’ll be said “inhe to haath maarne ki aadat hai”.
Then there will be sniffer dogs being set free all over the place…see, it helps in many ways. 1st, rude guests behave. 2ndly, if bribed properly, they help in luring hot chicks (chicks love dogs) & also letting know which chick’s worth hitting & which all are worth throwing in the river. Once the dog finds a chick good enough to be flirted with, he shows a green signal (that of a rail master at railway stations) or he does the THUMB-UP action with a smile. If not, he marks the girl CROSS WITH A RED MARKER & leaves them for the ASSETS* to be handled (* = u need to watch The Bourne series movies to understand this word). Those girls who would smell bad, the dogs would signal for the N.B.C WARFARE DEPT. (NBC stands for nuclear, biological, chemical) who would come down & clean up the chick & spray disinfectants, fertilizers, & finally, a tinch of perfume. Oh, I forgot…they also help in keeping sarcastic people away, for which all this preparation has been done.
There also will be microphones installed within all the flower decorations & small security cameras among artifacts & showpieces. Close circuit cameras or CCTV’s installed at almost every place, even trees, ladies washrooms & bedrooms, not only at the venue but for the nearby homes too.
At the stage, where Jai-Mala would be taking place, there would be 4 personnel with tazer guns standing so that they could keep the photographers, paparazzi’s, media persons, camera men away from the wedding couple (that’ll be me & my fiancé, for those who try too hard….to understand). Guests who’ll be arriving on stage to bless the couple will first be asked for identity proofs, taken finger prints, taken mugshots* all sides (* = means the pics taken when a person has been taken into custody). And the each photograph will have the security men in it…..looking at the guests in a interrogative manner. 2 men will be out there to note down the number plates of all the cars arrived at the venue. The catering people will be under the watchful & strict eyes of men from US-FDA, who would be following the GOOD LAB PRACTICES ACT on each & every cuisine being prepared. Before serving the food to the guests, & me ofcourse, it’ll be mandate to first make the US-FDA people taste, and unless they do not give a nod ( mind it, just a nod), the food would not be served. The caterer who’ll be serving the guests would be escorted with a security man who would always push the caterer just before he serves the guests by saying “aage chal na!”.
When the Havan & rituals of the marriage would start, 3 trucks from LOS ANGELES FIRE DEPARTMENT(coz they deal with California wild fires every yr.) would be standing nearby…….…JUST IN-CASE !!!!! The pandit, who would be reading the holy scripts & mantras for the marriage would be monitored closely by the Bio-mechanics team who would wire him up with sensors all over the body. He would be brain mapped so that it could be known if he has any intentions of ruining the marriage. Not only this, there would be a 3 member translator team from Louvre Museum, France sitting next to the pandit, so that they would de-code any irregular message sent out to the ENEMY !!!!
Once the rituals are over, & the wedding couple is to leave for their place, the car which is to be used will be either the one which US president uses, or it’ll be the TATRAPAN 6x6 anti-mine ambush vehicle ( http://www.vyvoj.sk/en/index.php?id=tatrapan ). After we’ve left the venue, it’ll be under the cleaning party who’ll check for booby traps, leftovers & other stuff.
When the green signal has been given for all clear, then invitations would be send to those persons for whom this SMALL preparation had been taken. For me, that is the least I could do to keep such people away so that they do not crack sarcasm at me during the whole function, coz honestly, when u face heavy duty sarcastic people spit-firing those sarcasms & jokes at you, u pray to god its better to face a terrorist situation than to listen those crack-a-lacking stuff. People, I’ve done my part of the arrangement, what’s urs??????
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