It's Vivan's 2nd Birthday !

After hours and hours of hard work in photoshop, after innumerable suggestions from my mom and my sis, after redesigning the whole card for about 3 times after getting all of them printed, finally the card was approved (sigh) - birthday invitation card for my nephew Vivan. Take a look at it and tell me how you find it.

And yes ! You can hire me to make cards for you too provided you are ready to pay (conditions apply) ;) .

My first Internship !

First I walk have to walk -then I have to take the metro from Esplanade to Dum Dum - then I have to struggle my way through inside the local train compartment - next is a rickshaw -finally after a kilometer walk, I reach one of the largest rail wagon manufacturing companies of India - TEXMACO.

This is where I am doing my internship this summer. It's part of the curriculum which BITS, Pilani offers its students after the end of the second year. Its called Practice School I (PS I). Although there is a lot to learn in this company, Calcutta's weather simply makes it impossible to do so. It's too painful to walk out of the air condiitoned offices everytime one is called to the factory for some work.

Nevertheless, it's certainly not a waste of time contrary to my beleif initially. And its really great that I've made good friends here - there are a total of 11 interns - 8 from the Pilani campus and 3 from Goa. Waitng to bunk a day at office and hang out together someday :D .

Rotaract...its Jinxed !

Next semester something really needs to be done about rotaract. Everytime we sit down to make some plan or the other, everything goes fine in the beginning. But there's always something cropping up at the last moment - Abhimanyu and Vipul have a football match; Karuna has some CEL meeting ; Amandeep has to host some cheap tambola in GYM-G. There's something seriously wrong somewhere ! I guess the problem is that we all want to go to the second floor without going through the first. Guys...I think we should start doing simpler things first before dealing with more complex ones...

Obvious Illusions

Nowhere to go, never seem to wait
Over the mind, thoughts random vibrate

Running though the soul, with joy they dance
Need no rhythm, they’re in their own trance

Thoughts meaningful, thoughts meaningless, thoughts of here and there
I don’t need them, I don’t call them, they come, I’m unaware

They span the space, every corner they touch
All handicapped, all without a crutch

It’s now more of a routine
Never do they forget to intervene

Dripping in the waters, they stand nude on the shore
You might call it spectacular, but they’re from times of yore

They come on occasions uninvited, all with empty hands
Questions of local quality, answers of superior brands

So fertile the land, but everything devastated
Buried deep in abyss, but no one’s excavated

They arrive blazing, touch and they turn ice
They erode the rocks, no bank seems to suffice

They send me for trials, they prosecute without evidence
In the witness box forever, no dirt to cleanse

Random as they are, random they’ve made me
Paths I tread, but destinations I cannot see

Destinations I cannot see, enclosed within a cyst
Paths I tread, but paths do not exist…

Armaan...finally the NGO got christened !

The most difficult part during the establishment of my NGO was the part concerned with it's name. All the names, and I repeat, all the common names had already been registered and there were not many choices for us. All we were left with was our innovation and creativity...

But we all turned out to be hopeless. Finally I had to resort to my mom who came up with the name which all of us readily happened to agree upon - ARMAAN.

But nevertheless, all's well that ends well. But we do have a correction here. It's not the end...it's only the beginning !