Sunday, 29 March 2015

E 10 : Welcome to Engineering!

“Gentleman is this you call-forget a neat diagram- is this what a diagram looks like?” Prof Samuel repelled after seeing Aryan’s diagram in his ‘Mechanics Practical’ journal. Aryan had presented his journal for the very first time for correction, that 
too during the last practical turn. Prof Samuel was bound to be furious at him.

“I tried my best sir.”Aryan gave an honest reply.

“My humble apologies to you, but if this is the best you can draw, it is beyond my engineered imagination to think of a drawing worse than this. God save you in the next semester child.” Professor Samuel’s voice, expressions and hands spoke in awe coordination, always.

“Uh...Why so sir?” asked a confused Aryan.

“Well there is a subject ‘Engineering Drawing’ in your syllabus in next semester. As the name suggests, you’ve got to draw different views of engineering tools with ‘geometrical’ perfection,” he stressed a lot on the word geometrical, rest all 20 students in the lab were drawn to this ‘prof-stu’ talk. “Hmm. I’m afraid you’ll score disappointingly. Drawing is not your good cup of tea.”

 “But sir, if I am not wrong, Engineering Drawing is a subject of Mechanical engineering... Then, why....we...?”

“Tell me...uh, what’s your name?”

“Aryan.”

“AARYA! .....Tell me Aarya, why did you study History and Geography and Literature in school, when you just knew you were going to study Science in future.”

“I had no choice sir.”

“Oh poor Aarya,” he paused and framed the sentence, “The school and university curriculums includes these subjects for your holistic development. And in the next 3 years you’ll understand how these ‘sided’ subjects will help you. Just so that you all know,” he addressed to the class now, “Telecom industry is really down and you all would be surely placed in IT or Instrumentation or electrical sector. There, all these 
engineering basics will be required. Convinced Aarya?”

“I’m sorry sir. And. I’ll improve.”

“Well, try. You have all my well wishes.”Prof  Samuel went about correcting his experiments, giving him a low BB grade in most of them.

“Tell him, to increase your grade.”Navya hissed; she was standing just behind Aryan to get her journal corrected.

“But sir, atleast give me AB grade. You can ask me any post lab question, I’ll answer it. ”Aryan urged him.

“Knowledge is power Aarya, but what is the real power worth if it is not showcased properly? I know you've scored 30 on 30 in Midterms, your professor told me. I saw your answer sheet too. Even though all the answers were correct, oh it was thoroughly shabby and creepily written... Next time I’m going to assess the papers, and I am a stringent believer of perfection and neatness. So my child, better improve as early as you can.”

“Yes sir.” Aryan could not argue, not because he did not wish to, but simply because he did not know how to.

“These idiot professors, do they want us to become architects or engineers!?”

“Calm down Navya, I have this handwriting problem since I was a child.” Aryan said to her after she strode angrily and sat next to him once her journal got graded.

“Well nobody is perfect.”She shrugged.

“But I don’t even try to improve them.”Aryan was feeling low, because his handwriting was bad; because he did not know how to argue.

“Why?”

“Because I hate to do the things that I don’t like.”Aryan faked his half curled smile.

Does that mean he loves the things that he likes ? Navya thought. “ I think so”. She bit her tongue for saying her thoughts aloud.

“What?”

“Nothing... I think so you should’ve told him that you are the original writer of all the SPA codes for journals and how every SPA professor loves you and gives you AA grade for your knowledge. ” Navya made it up.

“Yea, but Prof Samuel is one of his kinds. What else, I’ll try to improve.” Aryan genuinely smiled now.


After the Practical....
“AARYA!!! How are you doing, my child?” Hari said mockingly. Miraya laughed. They were walking back to their class O104.

“Shut up Hari... I mean this is pathetic. We are studying shit subjects like Chemistry and Engg Drawing that won’t be of any use to us in future!?”

“Finally, welcome to engineering Aarya.” Miraya winked at him and teased. “You know my brother always warned me against pursuing engineering and specially our field, saying that ‘Nothing you study here will work out for you and that all your efforts will be wasted.’ ” She said mimicking in Sanjeet’s voice. “But I want to badly prove bhai wrong. And I will. Huh...So just... ”

“Just cheer up baby!” Rudra completed Miraya’s statement. She frowned back. He put a hand on Aryan’s shoulder and walked ahead speedily leaving Miraya and Hari behind. Rudra turned back and winked at Miraya; she frowned harder and looked away.

“Aarya, I will never like that word, no matter what.”, she laughed and said.

“Oh why?” Hari asked.

“Because my dad works for Arya Tech.”

“You don’t like your dad?” Hari asked innocently.

“Haha, no Hari. I love my dad! It is Arya Tech that don’t like. My dad is always busy with its work. He sort of is out for company’s business tours most of the times. When I was younger, he worked hard to become the company’s MD. And now he says he is the next predicted CEO, and so he is bound to work harder.”

“Woww! You should be happy then.” Hari’s face was happier than Miraya’s.

“Yes I am, it’s just that I wanted him to be more like other dads. When I was small, I used to see my friends play with their fathers in gardens. Oh how I envied them.”
 Miraya was distant, she continued, “When my grandfather died in village, I was in class 3 then. Dad dropped me, mom and bhai at Bandra Terminus. But I refused to leave the car. I quarreled shouting that I wanted to stay with daddy, because I was thinking that he would give me all his time then, he’ll be forced to take care of me. My stubbornness won, I stayed back with him. But the purpose was lost. Dad did not take leaves. So I refused to stay alone at home after school, a car would take me to his office and I used to sit in the reception late till evening until dad would drive us back home. He was not even allowed to cancel his business tour; I was left to sleep alone at home with tai, our maid, for 3 nights. So...that is why I hate Arya Tech and the word Arya.”

“I... It’s okay Miraya... chill. We won’t call Aryan Aarya from now on.”
She nodded her head and smiled.

Later in the evening....
“Ma is calling for dinner, come fast now!”

Eeshwar Subramanium was startled to find his sister in their room. He closed his Google Chrome tab hurriedly and flipped close his laptop.

“When did you return home Saraswati?” Eeshwar smiled sheepishly.

“Just now. What are you doing, anna?”Saraswati eyed him suspiciously.

“Ohh, no, just nothing...Some research on internet.”

“Really? What kind of research? Let me see.” She walked to him, never leaving his tensed and guilty look. She just knew that she had caught him red handed. Finally, I’ll be able to blackmail him now. Though Saraswati was only in 10th class, she dominated her brother like nobody else.

“It’s my personal research, you cannot interfere Saraswati.” Eeshwar pulled the laptop close to his chest.

“Oh I definitely can and I will.”

She snatched the laptop from him with both her hands and sat on her bed, flipped it open and waited for the screen to come to life. All she found was the desktop screen with not a single file or application open. She still looked at him with narrowed eyes and saw a bead of sweat roll down his forehead, “Let’s go fast, mom dad are waiting.”, she said, “Or else she will kill me.”

As soon as Eeshwar Subramanium stepped out of their room, Saraswati, who was standing just behind him, closed the door and locked it. Eeshwar started banging it from the other side.

She ran to her bed again, switched on the laptop, and went to Google Chrome History. “Let me in!” She could hear her brother’s shouts along with his banging.

Her eyes popped out when she saw the History. It was much more than anything she had expected. She scrolled it down and down and down and down and down and down and then up again. After spending 5 minutes analyzing all the links, she found that the era of those similar searches had begun a month ago. And a smile lit her face, an evil one.

So... you’re learning HACKING Anna...’

(To Be Continued...)










Sunday, 8 March 2015

E09 : Best Friends


Suddenly from behind, a hand came curling tight around Rudra’s neck and gripped it. He could also feel two finger tips pressed like a gun near his left temple.

“GOTCH YA !!!”
Rudra escaped easily from the grasp of the hand and turned around to find a too familiar face that was smiling too brightly.

 “Kashish!!!”

She jumped and hugged him, and from somewhere not very far, a little bit curious, 
little bit suspicious pair of eyes was staring intensely at them.

“Where were you these days Rudra? No replies, even on group! No time to talk!” Kashish punched him hard on his stomach, twice and ran.
“Ouch! You!!!!!” He ran after her, and caught her soon in the same way, “Gotchya!”And they laughed.

 “Huh!! Engineering has happened baby. Engineering. We had midterm exams...like unit tests. So was busy studying yaar.”
“Don’t tell me you are actually liking engineering?!” her eyebrows rose too high and lips turned into a smile.
 “Do you think I can LOVE studying? No babes. I’m just putting efforts for my parents. I don’t want to disappoint them, not so soon.” He winked.

Kashish searched his eyes for truth, but instead, she caught a lie.
“No worries, you can tell me the real reason later. I know you can’t keep any secret from me. At the end of the day, you’ll come to me.” She grinned with laughing eyes.

“Oh Kash... how I miss you! Anyways, how are Aayush and Rachel?”
“Well uh,” her eyes lowered to the ground, “they broke up, just yesterday.”
“Shit mahn!!!!... The same reason?” Rudra was broken to hear the news.
“Yes...the very same.”Kash bit her lips.
“And you guys did not even tell me!” He wanted to be furious.
“We need to talk with them Rudra.” She urged.
But her friend called out disrupting them, “Kashish! Come on yaa. We’re getting late.”
“Yeah! Coming! So... let’s meet tomorrow then, at our regular place?” she proposed.
“I’ll... I’ll text you tonight. Chal bye, take care.”
 “See ya soon Rudra.”

The evening had met its dusk and the queen’s necklace was lit by bright yellow lights. Rudra started walking ahead, watching the sea, trying to find comfort in the breeze.

“Who was she? Your girlfriend?” Nihaal asked, still looking at the fading Kashish crossing the traffic. 
“No. She is my best friend and was my best neighbour. But now she stays in Andheri.”
“Why?” Rudra heard a curious Miraya. He did not realise that she had been walking by his side all the time.

“Uh...”, said a bewildered Rudra , “Actually, her parents divorced two years ago; she and her mother moved to Andheri then.”
“That must be really sad.” Miraya felt sorry, imagining herself in Kashish’s shoes.

“It must be sad, but it isn’t. That is what Kash is like. You know, she is the most confident and amazing girl I’ve ever met. Too brave for her age. A smart, crazily matured fun loving girl. We both were in the same school and grew up together.”
Rudra continued, “During our 10th board exams, while the problems in her family were nerving even us- her neighbours, Kashish never let them affect her studies. When her parents finally decided that divorce was the only solution, this is what she said, ‘It’s okay Rudra, at least I am lucky to have mom and dad in this world. Some children don’t even have a complete family in their fate.’  I was left... speechless... Miraya are you listening?” Rudra came back to present and found Miraya distant.

“I am all ears, and as speechless as you”, still her eyes were grave, but she managed a smile.

“During tough times, even though I rarely allow them to happen to me,” He said proudly with attitude, “I remember Kash and then I kick the butt of the problem!” He jumped perfectly and kicked the air.

And then, Rudra went about telling stories to Miraya- of his dance academy, Kash, the heights of their fun times, about Rachel and Aayush, and so on.

“Miraya, your ladies coach, we’re here.” Rudra had a playful look in his eyes.

“What?” She looked around and found herself before the ladies coach on platform no. 1 of CST. She never realised that they had already said goodbye to the rest of the gang who were going for dinner at the famous Sukh Sagar, that she and Rudra had taken a cab to CST. She was so engrossed in Rudra’s stories and in the way he told them. They all seemed live before her eyes.

“Yeah. Bye!” Miraya smiled, Rudra held out his hand. Miraya’s hand met his for a firm shake.

“Take care of your hand okay? And text me when you reach. Ok?”

Mira blinked her eyes in agreement. Rudra waved and ran to catch his coach. Rest of the time in the train, her thoughts were occupied by Kashish and her story. And then she asked herself, Am I strong enough, to let go of my past?
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 5 Days later, in college, SPA lecture...

The Midterm papers were checked and shown to the students. Aryan had scored the highest marks in the subjects of Physics, Maths, SPA(C coding language) and Mechanics. But he had barely passed in Chemistry, that too due to the grace of copied answers. Eeshwar was the highest scorer in the rest subjects: Chemistry and Basic Electronic and Electrical Engineering (BEE). He had missed Aryan hardly by 1-3 marks in other papers.

And yes, he was very, very jealous of him.

“Hey”, Mayank passed a sheet from behind.

“What’s this?” Rudra asked, scanning the paper. It had three columns to be filled- Name, Roll no., Email id.

“Just fill it re.” Mayank replied in a glum tone, he was already half asleep like half of the class.

“Class Representative (CR) needs our email ids so that he can send important notes and ppts.” Eeshwar Subramanium clarified Rudra’s doubt, who was sitting beside him.

“Ohh.” Rudra finished writing his details, wrote Eeshwar’s name and passed it over to him to fill other details.

“What have you done, moron?” Eeshwar made a disgusting face.
“What’s the problem?” Rudra was confused.
“You’ve written my name as Ishwar Subramanium.” He cancelled it, several times, as if to protect some secret words written bymistakely on a notebook. He then wrote the correct spelling. “Idiot, moron, remember my spelling the next time.”

“Dude, relax okay, it was just a spelling error.” His disgusted look only adds more tragedy to his face.
“What if I spell your name Rudre instead of Rudra, tell me? No, tell me if I am wrong.”
“Eeshwar and Ishwar are close enough.” Rudra argued.
“When written in Devnagri script and Hindi language, it makes a hell lot of difference. If you would have studied Hindi properly in school, you would’ve known it. Grammatically, Ishwar is incorrect; it has chhoti ‘e’ ki maatra, while ‘Eeshwar’ has badi ‘e’ ki maatra. See, I’ll explain you what the difference will be.” He started writing his name in Hindi.

“Woah woah man, it’s okay. My mistake, I sincerely apologise.” Rudra got up from their bench, “And I promise to never write or spell any body’s name again, especially yours.”
He picked his book and pen, shook his head and walked to the first bench where Miraya was sitting alone. He sat down beside her with force. “What?!” Miraya whisphered.

“You know, there are only two people in this class, wait, forget this class. Only two people in this world I have pledged never to argue with. One is that bloody Eeshwar and other is YOU!” Rudra whispered back, feeling like a loser.

He expected the short tempered Miraya to burst madly at him, but instead she giggled. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that. Ah it feels amazing, for a girl like me to beat a person like you, that too in arguments.”

“Yeah yeah, go on, laugh. But don’t challenge me. It’s very difficult for me to lose a challenge.” He said confidently.

“Don’t be over confident. You see, that is the problem with you. You think you are so cool and easy-to-go-with guy, but people see it as arrogance.”

“Are you jealous of my coolness? Because, only jealous people find coolness to be arrogance.”

“This exactly is arrogance Mr.” Miraya bowled him for a moment, and smiled with pride.

“What’s going on you two, on the first bench?” Professor Bakshi raised his voice. “Leave the class right now!”

Miraya stood up, “Sorry, sir.” she apologized, but Rudra was still sitting on the bench in a carefree way.

“Leave I said, or I’ll leave. Out. Now!” Mr. Bakshi, the usually calm one, was unusually too angry all of a sudden. Miraya put her book in the bag and left the classroom. Rudra followed. Professor closed the class’s door. “This is the first time I’m thrown out of a class. All because of you!”

“Me? Don’t blame me” but Rudra was cut by his ringing phone. “Say Aryan... Yea... hmm... I’ll be in half, sorry 5 minutes.” He told looking at Miraya, “Anyways Bakshi threw us out of the class... because of Miraya yaar...Exactly... haha... Yea I’ll be there. See ya.”

Miraya was scowling at him, “You’re unbelievable!!”

“Listen, we’ll continue this later, but I’ve to go.” Rudra said and started walking 
away fast.

“But where?” She called out.

Rudra stopped for a reply, “Football ground! Aryan has found a new hobby; he loves it like a new girlfriend! That is why we are bunking 3 lectures everyday!”And then he paced ahead speedily again.

“Can I come?” Miraya shouted.

“I don’t want you or your hand to get hurt baby! See ya tomorrow! Bye!” He waved and disappeared.

Miraya kicked the wall she was leaning on with her foot, but got hurt instead. 
Ugghh, I hate him.

(To Be Continued....)











Sunday, 1 March 2015

E08 : The Story of Three Tenses

DATE : 13TH SEPTEMBER, 2012
     
 Past, he is an undefeated enemy from a very ancient war, a war that Present had waged against him to protect Future. Sometimes, this old war turns into a never ending one. Present wins, always, most of the times. Present fights, fights hard against Past, with valor and strength, and pushes his enemy back to his undefined territory. Present even kills Past sometimes.
      
 But then suddenly he is left in a trance moment to find out in Future that Past is not dead. After the shocking perception, Present curses his inability to defeat Past and shakes his head after realizing that Past is still alive, very much ‘alive’!Present breaks down; this is a hard time for him.
       
Looking at such a weak Present, Past grabs the opportunity and laughs evilly at him, questions him his existence, too loudly he goes about to challenge Present’s pride and courage. But Present knows, no matter what, he has to stand up and win for the sake of a merrier Future. And so he rises and steps into the battleground with a scarred body and fights until he kills the Past, yet again.

Miraya’s Past and Present battled every time when she was left alone with her thoughts. Hers too was an endless war. But for now, another war was on the priority list: MIDTERM EXAMS.

The stitches on her left elbow were still working along with the medicines to seal the deep wound. Focusing on studies was difficult, but she had no choice other than preparing for exams. After all, internal exams carried quite a lot of weightage in the overall grading system.

Miraya was going to see the college after a stretch of 5 long days which included the weekend too. Her dad was going to drop her to college and drive further to his office in Bandra.

Miraya’s dad was like one of those men whose work had taken toll over his personal and family life. And just like those men, he regretted, a lot; but for the sake of his family, he had to choose work over the latter. Being a Deputy Manager at Arya Tech, life was not simple. He worked hard and smart and for long hours. Meetings, conferences, Project leading, auditing, they sometimes took toll on his weekends too. But of all the engagements, he made a point to take his family for a vacation twice a year by hook or crook.  That was the time when Miraya would be the happiest. 
Dad, my dad is going to spend all the time with me, with mom and bhai. She used to pre-plan and dreamt everything about the vacations, what games to play, what mischief to do along with her brother, which stories to tell her dad - about her school life, her friends and teachers; which songs to sing. And like Miraya, her dad too would have the best time in the whole year, with his wife and both dearly kids.

“When are we going out dad?” Miraya asked.

“Uh, November mostly, I’ve applied for the leave. They should get sanctioned,” Her dad smiled on the steering.

“Hmm.”

Rest of the time Miraya was dreaming, thinking, studying, revising. She met Hari while walking to the college in the lush green campus of SCOE. It had rained in the morning; fog had taken place of the transparent air.

Hari Sadu told everything that had happened in the last few days, about the INFRA council class-breaking in the lunch break, Ishaani entering the room like a typhoon and creating a spectacular scene. He told that Rudra had invited him and Aryan for a football match in his colony on Friday, but how he couldn’t accompany them because he had to visit his cousins. He told that how Aryan and Rudra bunked yesterday to study for Midterms, and that Ishaani did not turn up in the college.

“I’m scared yaar, I haven’t touched half the portion.” Hari’s round face was clearly showing pre-exam terror. They were climbing up the stairs then, Miraya being careful with every step. Steady. Steady.

A slim but firm hand hit Hari’s back, making him wince, “Chill yaar Sadu, if you haven’t studied, you can always study from someone else’s answersheet in exam. Always!” Ishaani delivered the dialogue perfectly and laughed. “Hey Mira, how’s you?”

“Can’t be better Ish, at least falling and getting stitches excused me from studying.”She winked.

Exam started. The guts of some students were rolling due to nervousness, because it was their very first exam in engineering. Others chilled out and got done with them casually.

After the second paper that day, Rudra walked to Miraya when she was discussing paper with Ishaani, “ Hi... How’s your hand? You are looking better.”

“Quite better. I slept a lot over the weekend, hardly studied anything.”, she rolled 
her smiling eyes.

“Well good, so how are you returning home?”

“Dad is sending his car and driver.”

“Cool then.” Rudra was expecting a lift till Mankhurd Highway in her car but that offer never came in any of the three consecutive days of Midterm exams.

After the last paper, Rudra and his friends were sitting in the Amphi Theatre, talking, switching topics and having a relaxed after-exam-time. Ishaani and Miraya walked to the troop.

“Yo people!!!” Ishaani ‘yo-ed’ at everyone.

“Ah, come here where were you both? We were planning to go to Marine Drive.” 
Hari said grinning.

“Now!?” Miraya asked.

“Obviously now Madam, it is 3.45 now. We’ll reach by 5.” Rudra replied.

“But my hand, I don’t think me coming is a good idea.” Miraya shrugged.

“Come on Mira, your doc said yesterday right, not to worry and that you can now travel in train?” Ishaani tried to convince her.

“Come na.” Rudra too insisted.

“Okay, but we’ll reach on time and leave as early as possible. Wait I’ll inform mom.”

Then Rudra, Miraya, Ishaani, Rashika, Hari, Aryan, Nihaal, Rafeeq and Mayank left for Vidyavihar station to catch train to the most beautiful station in all of 
Mumbai, formerly known as Victoria Terminus.

After getting down at the dignified Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus the group reached Nariman Point via taxi.

Marine Drive can be called as the second home of every Mumbaikar. The open sky, the Sun, the skyscrapers and the sea make every evening a perfect one; this is what pulls uncountable number of tourists and locals for a perfect date with the enchanting sunset.

The sea here is always in an endless talk with the tetrahedron shaped rocks that line the Marine Drive. The wind overhears and whispers the talks back to the jealous land above that cannot touch the sea. The same wind was now playing with Miraya’s open hair. She was unsure whether she was liking it or hating it. She was sitting on one of the rocks and staring at the sea, looking at the sun rays dance rhythmically on sea waters. Others continued their fun talks, teasing each other.

Rudra came near Miraya’s rock. “Help me out.” Rudra gave her his hand, but Miraya pretended not to see it and her eyes continued to stare at the sea. Somehow, Rudra managed to sit on her rock beside her.

“Have you ever been here after midnight?” Rudra asked.

“Nah, never.” Miraya wanted to be alone.

“It is much more peaceful at night here, just you and your thoughts. A kind of solitary time that even ever-talkative people like Rashika would love. You’ll toh will definitely love it. It is a natural way to get high.”
Miraya looked at him finally, nodded her head in agreement and smiled.

“What is it Miraya? Is everything okay? I mean are you okay?” Rudra couldn’t pretend anymore that all was fine with her. Somewhere he saw that something was wrong. Only if I could know.

“Yes I am.” Miraya forced a smile while trying to make it seem natural.

“Listen, if you’ve got literally any trouble, you can share it with Ish or me or Aryan. OK?”

“Um hm.” She nodded again and smiled.

“I’ll help you with every trouble, promise, only if it does not have any connection with your brother. God! That man scares me.”
Miraya had to laugh heartily at this one.

“Take your time.” Rudra gently patted her back and joined the ‘group discussion’ back.

Later after the sun had set, they climbed back to the uniform platform above the rocks, and started searching for a cab. Rudra observed that Miraya was much more comfortable and at least seemed happier in company of Hari and Ishaani than his. They both made her laugh much more easily in their unique ways. Rashika was bitching to him about another girl from IT branch but Rudra plainly nodded and laughed and ‘tsk-ed’ at crucial points, never really listening to what she was saying.

Suddenly from behind, a hand came curling tight around Rudra’s neck and gripped it. He could feel also feel fingers pressed like a gun near his left temple.

“GOTCH YA !!!”

Rudra escaped easily from the grasp of the hand and turned around to find a too familiar face that was smiling too brightly.

 “Kashish!!!”

She jumped and hugged him, and from somewhere not very far, a little bit curious, little bit suspicious pair of eyes was staring intensely at them.

(To Be Continued...)