The Great Midnight Mutiny: Strike at NIT-J

As it ended, a new start was orchestrised. An end that ended the festivity. A start that started a new festivity.This time ,Black and Char. A festivity of Revolt yearning for revolution.A celebration where the fingers united to become a fist to fight the despot.Presenting,Strike in NIT-Jalandhar.

Those three days,We enjoyed.We Played.We Participated and We Organised.But if good comes after bad,then cant bad expect its turn after good?The Colourful night of techNITi'09 gave way to the black.A black night.A night of an insult.A night of a slap.As the organisers were going for the dinner outside the campus after the closing ceremony of techNITi'09,Chief Warden and R****** S******,a faculty stifled them to do so.So they retreated back peacefully.But then R****** S****** started to spit slang at their back.Hearing the cursing,the seniors stopped and came back to him to ask for the reason of such a slang for them.At this,R****** S****** lifted his hand,wafted in the air,pumped up adrenaline and Pacchallio!...A Slap.
The sullen receiver of this slap was a 12th Passed Guest,Brother of a final year student who came to embrace the techfest.This incident triggered the revolt.Not able to disperse this incident as just another insult by the faculty,the students instigated the vengeance.

SMS flied.Calls spreaded.The Undergraduate underdog realized that the threshold has been crossed.At the midnight,the epoch-making started.The faculty with Director and Deans started to sweat,not knowing that they should save their sweat for the ensuing days.The protestors spended their night protesting at the Main Gate.At the first light of the sun,they started to burgeon coz the news was carried to all hostels.Girls came out of their haven to support.The Main gate was amazed to see such a gargatuan teeming for the first time in its history.

A din of opposition followed.First ever strike of NIT-J was under making. It started off with the Blocking of NH-1 just outside the campus for a jiffy.(We backed off coz we thought that we are fighting against NITJ administration and not the nation).The sullen students then reached for the staff quarters to assist the deaf hear. Envisaging that the peaceful protestors could turn into a tinderbox,the faculty called up the police.The heavy strident protest caused the faculty to come out of their hiding and open the mouth regarding the resignation of the involved faculty.

A Word from the faculty(Registrar,Acting Director:P* C******,S** M****** and few other dark luminaries) invited a thousand words from the students.Tacit,the talk was unsuccessful.Palpitating that its of no use to quibble,our leaders snatched a paper,took a pen and scribbled all the demands onto it which was then vouchsafed to the Registrar.The Police epitomising its legacy of being late came in afternoon but received a serious setback when the protestors turned them down by turning a deaf ear to them.
By the way,The Demands were:
1.Order of Suspension of the involved faculty(R****** S******,INE Deptt)
2.Ouster of Dr.SK Sinha from the post of Chief Warden.
3.Acquiesce the involvement of students before ordering any rule to be enacted.

After that on the next day,meetings were held in CSH.Slogans were casted.But no result.It seemed as if a deadlock have been clinched when on Tuesday(22th September,2008),a notice on the notice-board of Hostel-7(In which I live) caused a thousand rictus and took everyone by their breathe.It seemed like a game of Chess when we students on one side was check-mated by the side of the Administration.
The Notice signed by Registrar said:It is hereby declared that Institute will remain closed till 1st October 2009.

This stirred a strange consternation across the students coz due to holidays, there will be no strike possible. Two solutions found sense. The First: To go on Hunger strike and seduce plethora of media attention so that the administration is forced to accept all the demands or Second: To live a life of a Hedonist, Enjoy the Holidays, Shoot the breeze, Party Hard and then strike again on opening of College (5th October 2009).While the popular choice was to go for First Option, I with some other friends were severely and openly supporting the second one.
At night, a meeting followed in Hostel-6.A Hunger strike (Hence, Option 1) was declared to be enjoyed. I was disappointed.Lekin Koi Nahin; I thought I would support the seniors.

The Next day (Wed, 23th Sept) events were uneventful. Nothing happened. No Strike. No media.Nothing.In the afternoon, it came to be known that the seniors have decided to support the Second Option.Superb.After all, it was a nice decision. Happy faces were seen to depart for their home. I also joined those faces on Thursday,24th Sept.And now here I am compiling this article at my home in Ahmedabad.Hope that the denouement comes out in our favour...

Dance:Let me think Why !

Dance, Dance is a thing which always made me think that:”Who the dumb invented this?
”Definately,It might not have been invented by some Genius as other things are.

We are the descendants of Monkey. Aren’t We? It seems quite propitious that we have been bestowed this boogie-woogie by them. A monkey who would have been too happy to get a banana must have wafted his limbs to rejoice and seek attention. Seeing this bob, other monkeys too might have joined the chaos to flaunt that they could also move their body. This Legacy might be the mother of today’s Dance.

There are theories that Dance originated from Bees. Seeing two bees communicating by movements, Humans might have thought it to be a great communication skill. But then we can speak!

There is also a theory that Humans might have invented Rhythmic movements to please God! But then, was it was a wise decision? Could God would have been:”Hey Gal, You move really nice! Tathastu !” and “Hey, You pig. Do you think I’ll be impressed by those ugly movements? Get Lost. You will go to Hell!”

I really cannot understand why in parties people dance. Is there a need to lift your leg, waft your hand in air, twist your neck, shake your ass and sweat like a pig to express that you are happy and enjoying the party? Moreover, why do you need to do the thing which you don’t know? I believe 95% of the people in the World don’t know how to dance. Out of these 95%, half of them not-so-good dancers need others to join with them so that no one points to them and cracks a joke on their bulky body movements. Thus, though they know that they are doing something laughable and funny yet they do it! This clearly signals a herd’s mentality. Moreover, there is a tendency in the dancers to go to the peaceful sitting crowd and pull one or two from it onto the stage so that they could feel secure that atleast someone dances worst than them. Then there are drunkards roaming here and there in the party who are definitely very difficult to classify into dancing or non-dancing group.Coz at one instant they might be jumping like a Gorilla and at the other might be lying somewhere on the floor expectorating.

But obviously there is something in my blood coz of which I do not dance. My Grand-Father being a strict Military Officer saw dance as an extension of the bar business. My Mom was never interested in dance while my father prefers to walk peacefully with the Bride’s father in the baraat. So you see, it is coded in my genes that I can’t dance.

But coming to the main reason why I don’t dance is that I do not see a reason for it. Moreover if anyone is still not convinced, learn from Bollywood constantly giving message about the uselessness of dance, showing that the hero has to constantly dance round a tree and on the roads to get an average sari-cladded girl while the bad guy, the villain do not even shake a leg to get the hotter and wilder ‘Mona Darling’.

Indianness under attack...

This Post is a result of response to the article printed in TOI(13th August 2009).
Read the full article at : HERE

I was savouring myself in the mess when Anant barged past the entrance of the mess with his hand holding TOI.He signalled me to read in it an article titled-‘BREAK INDIA,SAYS CHINA THINK TANK’. I found myself in a stark consternation after reading it.

Unable to discard it as mere bogey, I vouchsafed to myself-“What a shit!. After all the Yellow men have traced the Achilles heel of INDIA that could result in we again falling prey to foreign despot again. Though the motif of this planning is not new which is more painful coz it reverberates that we do not learn from our mistakes.

Today we don’t see ourselves as Indian. We divide ourselves according to regions:Punjabis, Kashmiris, Biharis,Gujarati,Marathi,Bengali and Tamilian.If the state is same, then the division shifts itself to religion: Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Christian which further finds way for caste and sub caste. This division is deeply embedded in Indians and is ubiquitous in India. Groups like RSS,Bajrang Dal,ULFA and Shiv Sena pour oil into such fires of division. No doubt, Divide and Rule seems to be an excellent acolyte to the invaders.

This is the thing which inspires the Chinese to think about the balkanisation of India.India is a fastest developing country which is second only to China. It has its own requirements which coincide with that of China. No doubt China feels India to be a threat to its development. Moreover, on the other shore, talks between China and India is on a new coefficient of smoothness which in fact is an augury of trouble coz China has a legacy to bestow its rivalry when the other is busy shaking hands of friendship.

With the Indian Army declaring that it would be foolhardy to compare Indian Defence to the Chinese counterparts, the latter being much more ahead on the tarmac, the Statement by the Chinese should not be taken lightly. Time is running down and the enemy’s intention are not in disguise. With the Independence day approaching, lets ponder over as to how to help India to continue this festivity without any malevolent gestures from enemies. Let us not take this freedom for granted and quibble over to which soil of India we belong. While sauntering on the seraphic hills of Himalayas,Let us only echo ourselves to be an Indian and nothing else !

Day 6,Dalhousie:The Curse of being Enchanted...

The Sun arose in the sky with trepidation, as if it has inherited our mood. I woke up at 7am when Anant was still in his dreams. I gave him a subtle push to wake up. Then I went for the showers, for against the mundane days, the bathrooms were not occupied. As I got ready, Anant bestowed me with his bizarre whim. He said that we should straight away rush to the church in Gandhi-Chowk at noon, as he thought it to be the holy site where we would sight our ENCHANTRESS again. Moreover, that we might be able to see her again was the thing that my Heart whispered too.

We ate our breakfast and headed for our surveying work. After completing the theodolite work, we had a new task today. Plane Table surveying. My Group headed out with our equipments for the Station.I spearheaded to draw Dalhousie onto the paper. Navjot,Manjeet,Nishesh and Jhanvi took the measurements. Lokesh who advocated for NIYANTRAN(discipline) in the group at the starting was slowly losing Niyantran himself. The dormant Vishal assisted in a general way while Angad was pleased with his Geddas !(Through his Geddas he helped us a lot).Though the starting was slow,we soon covered up until we reached station-1.Station 1 consisted in drawing the whole Youth Hostel and involved fastidious drawings. Moreover, we were confused over our basic concepts. It ate our precious four hours and we packed up at half-done Station 2.

The Clock showed 5pm and I had not forgotten the plan. Therefore I waited for Aayush and Anant to come back.When they arrived,I clutched my DG Cam and announced that if we sight our enchantress again then we'll have a snap with her for sure(don't know why I did that).Anant too backed my idea and we headed out. Savouring Pani-Puri at Subhash Chowk, we reached the Church at Gandhi Chowk. The same church where our heart dreamt to embrace the beauty again. There we prayed our individual silent prayers and then waited. Waited for the Enchantress. Waited for our whim to prove itself correct.

But sometimes, what we yearn for need not fulfill itself. Thinking that 'sometime' to be this time, we came out of the church. To play the last resort, we carried ourselves to the Tibetan Market, coz like yesterday she might visit Tibetan market again. But No success.
Feeling like being failed, we rambled to the Airforce Area diverting uphill from the heart of Gandhi Chowk. After some stroll, we felt it's not worth to go more and hence we descended. As we reached Gandhi Chowk, ALAS!

She was there. Our Enchantress has returned. I could not believe my eyes and asked Anant to confirm(I was confused as she had used make-up today unlike yesterday).Aayush and Anant jumped. Yes, there she was. A beauty unparalleled. And then Anant went mad as if not able to bear her pulchritude anymore, as if she now controlled him. He trotted behind her clutching my palms. As we reached near her flagrant circle, She was treating herself with Pani-Puri. Then, I remembered a principle which governs every girl. A Girl would never agree to prison herself into a stranger's camera (Coz then a devil called Photoshop do exist).I tried to explain them this thing but then Aayush tantalized that-"Teri phat rahi hai" ! By then, seeing our chaotic moves, she build a bad impression into her mind for us(I am just guessing !)

But when I saw her going away,I succumbed to her power too. This was the CURSE OF BEING ENCHANTED .I signaled Anant-Yes ! And we rushed to the shop where the beauty was standing, Anant leading the torch. As we reached, we sighted Navjot. Anant asked her to say to our Enchantress that we three have got a dare (Remember the Game-Truth n dare?) to have a snap with her. She went to her and spoke the same. Then Anant said-"Would you please mind being clicked"? But missing a villain in our cute story, It seemed as if her mother appointed herself for the role. She grimaced at our request with a horrible face but we waited for the girl to say something (For our request was with her and not with her mother!).We waited for an impossible Yes, challenging her own mother's decision.

But then our heart broke as she went with her mother's decision and signaled a NO!.We retreated and went away from her. We, the three broken heart bearers, were gloomy now and were pacing ourselves to the hostel. Thus, a shadow followed between the adored and the adorer (We three).The Adorers never now wished to see their adoration again though they would not cease to embrace her. The Curse now was broken.

This was the story of the Enchantress of Dalhousie. But the Story of Dalhousie do not ends....It continues....

Story of the Black Sun...

The Sun is emerging into the Horizon trying to drain the mankind with his humdrum beams fatuous of the nature’s orchestration to rebel. Though no late did he figured out the plot. The Lunar friend seemed to be the renegade under the sedition.

This is not the first time he is suffering from such betrayal, he remembered the day before 105 revolutions of Earth around him. And today he stands in a straitjacket as he stood on that day too. The mighty sun is being betrayed but it is his predicament that he could not retaliate, coz he understands it is not his idiosyncrasy to be juvenile. Coz it has a paramount onus to serve the world. Moreover, he is not melancholy due to the plot, but that it will pause him to serve makes him sad.

At 5:30 according to the clocks of his intelligent most servant, instigated the rebellion. The Moon started to confront him, yes the same moon who gets the fair beauty just because of him! The vibrant vivacious Sun soon started to fade to black.

As he sees himself dark he gazes onto Earth to avoid the shame. And here he is bestowed with shame again, stirring into him a question as to why he serves such a world. He sees people looking on him with an extreme ecstasy as if they are delighted to see their patriarch fall. Avoiding them his eyelids then turns to a swathe of sophisticated beings, who are trying to exploit the opportunity for something good which salvaged his plight, as even in this dereliction of duty, he is proving himself salutary ! He then turns to an echelon of people called astrologers and soothsayers who were chanting slokas and mantras trying to save themselves from the non-existent danger as if the plot is not on him but on them and deeply lamented on their vacuous reckoning.

At Half past Six, Seeing the Sun disporting himself by sighting Earth, Moon lost his temper and covered the Sun completely, though then after 4 minutes he resigned as he could not evade the ubiquitous forces. Smiling at the Moon’s failed attempt,Sun resumed his pastime again, and saw millions of his sons gaping onto him without actually sighting him,with the assistance of a gadget that provided direct pictures of his sufferings without the curse of his beams.

Seeing people go in rhapsodies over his embarrassment, in apoplexy he contemplated to fade to ashes forever, an anger so powerful that it forced the Moon to go aside fearing his anguish at Half past 7.

The Rebel has backed off. And now the Sun shined again in its full effulgence. But he was burning. Burning with contempt towards his sons. Burning for they liked to see him suffer. But then, serendipity occurred. He saw a five year old girl smiling and dancing on the thoroughfare, for he has started to shine again. She was joined with some other Lilliputians who flooded him with praise and encomia. Birds, foxed by the double sunrise, kissed him eulogy with their gay chirping. Flowers that went dead by the sudden fall in sunlight came to life again. The Earth seemed to resurrect by exhaling panegyrically.

At this instant, he understood his birth.

And now he shines brightly in the paradise with a new zeitgeist...

Harishchandra and this World !

Well, Raja Harishchandra, as we all know was a hindu king of Lunar Dynasty ever famous for his always truth speaking guts and candour. Never in his life, he ever uttered a lie and didn’t ever back off. But what did he get for that? A Life where he was made to work as an assistant to the guard of Cremation place, his wife and son as a servant to royal palace? The only result for truth was extreme penury for this King. Though his aplomb at that time was much extolled by the Gods and was invited to share the heaven, but did he get another life to live? No!

But Today, We have relegated to such a extent that a lie has become part and parcel of life. But its claims that it is unfortunate do not touch my heart. Actually, incorporating speak-no-lie and always-speak-truth principles in our life can lead us to big problems in this world.

Imagine yourself under speak-no-lie charm. When your professor asks you as to why you didn’t do your assignment, your answer could have been for being ill which could have opened gates for some clemency, but now under the charm-‘Sir, I was not feeling like doing as I thought a movie to be a much brighter option’. No Harishchandra might be able to evade this situation and if he practised his truth principles, he might have come under professor’s wrath and would have been bestowed with supplementary.

Now if we conceive that a gadget has been invented, size being like a watch, which beeps when someone talking to you lies. ’You are my best friend’-BEEP.’I love you dear’-BEEP.’I always believed that you are smarter than me’-BEEP.’I didn’t eat your Tiffin’-BEEP.’No never I flirt with your girlfriend ’-BEEP. The life would be a heaven if only you had that weapon but if another person too had that thing ,it could be apocalyptic. Life would be monotonous and melancholy. Everyone uttered the same fat old truth. There would be no flattery, obsequious servants. There would be more suicide rates after hearing the bitter truth. Murders would flourish coz it needs an iron’s heart to hear ones’ criticism. World would be easy for Police though ,as mere asking of whether one is a thief ,it will be able to get the truth. No enquiry, nothing. Politicians might die before this epoch as there would be no life for them without their lies.

Thus, such a world will extricate many problems though life would not be liveable. Therefore Mr Harishchandra though hats off to you for your ever truth speaking idiosyncrasies but we don’t want to ruin and forlorn our world. We understand that Truth is seraphic but you should also understand that a Lie is not always satanic. Even God Sri-Krishna relied on a lie in Mahabharat to conquer victory!
Because Truth is a shapeless thing,it can change accordingly depending on persons and conditions.Therefore the thing that matters is perception.Until the perception is not bad,Truth or lie are immaterial.According to me,a person should possess enough wit so that he must be able to choose when,if necessary,to speak a lie so that least detriment is caused.I support Truth but under certain miscellaneous circumstances,I support a Lie too...

Day 5 : The Enchantress of Dalhousie....

The Morning of 26th June brought an epoch with itself. The Clouds seemed to romanticise with the Sun and there was something eerie in the air today. Rizwan sir too could not even evade this zeitgeist and declared the day as half day. The next part of the day was desolated for a trip to Panchpulla (its pulla and not kulla!) at a distance of 2.5km from Gandhi Chowk.

After surveying in the first half,at 3pm we geared up to stroll in Panchpulla. But hit by the Punjabi melee who were quite indecisive whether to take bus or taxi, we lost time. At last, we grounded for a private taxi leaving our Punjabi friends behind. We, here consisted of Angad, Aayush, Anant, Prabeen, Vishal, Nitin and ofcourse me!

By 5:30pm we reached Panjpulla and found it having nothing more than Sardar Ajit Singh memorial and a market until we found a way leading us for mountain trekking. Delighted, I ran naively(even those who had done it before ran as if its a plain ground) on the rocks with a tumultuous breeze to reach Rizwan Sir with Arshdeep, Rajat, Suveera, Sanah, Chand and Paramjot(they headed somewhat early and hence were ahead of us). The Result was we drained our energy and were out of breath when we reached them.Nevertheless, gathering some adrenaline by taking rest near a cool Lilliputian waterfall, we stood to conquer the rocks. Precisely taking every step and singing the oldies,we reached at around 400meters vertical on the precipice hindered only by the time constraint of 1 hr the taxiwalla threw before us(The nature was working in disguise for something)Instead of traversing back to hostel at 6:30pm,we destined ourselves to Gandhi Chowk.(Our mind abetting the nature too).

Rambling out of the same fat old Tibetan market, we were blinded by someone! A Feminist marvel. She possessed a pale, fair beauty so intense that no man could look at her without falling into the state of molten adoration. She possessed an eerie charm that blinded the eyes against all only to see her as if denying to gaze at something inferior. Her sight caused others to be non-existent. She was an ENCHANTRESS. When she went inside the Tibetan market with her girly group, me and Anant unable to bridle ourselves to this beauty of heaven, decided to go back to Tibetan market from rear (This was the first time in my life I was chasing and strolling behind a Girl!).On entering the market and forwarding few steps, we sighted her. Seeing us again, she giggled in a sort of élan that left us frenzied. We came out with a deep breath full of her flagrance.

Weave a nest for youself in the depths of my eyes.O your slender body that resembles a young tree growing in the garden of my heart.At the sight of a bead of sweat on your face I may suddenly die.

The Time is a devil which is not enchanted by anyone and keeps on running. Due to this devil running out, we left our enchantress and dragged back to the hostel for dinner .At night ,I confessed that I have seen no such pulchritude anywhere else, being rambled on the streets of Chandigarh, Delhi and Ahmedabad.Anant too agreed not to have seen such an unparalled beauty.

Was this the end of our story or the beginning of a new world, Neither I knew nor Anant. We were just austerely bewitched by our enchantress. Let the time sing the song....