RANG DE BASANTI — Reviewed

Everyone of you must have come across a phase in life when you do things, you don’t want to….. and can’t do things you want to.

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Anyways, I didn’t write this article to discuss my personal probs…. I just wrote all this to mention my mental status in which I watched the Movie.
So here is the, so called view of RDB from my eyes.

Rang De Basanti as a movie, as an entertainer…. Superb

If you are able to make the audience either cry uncontrollably, or laugh uncontrollably, or pump up their adrenaline.. you end up with a hit. And RDB has all this in optimized quantity.

Rang De Basanti as a guide, an inspiration … Not Good.

Let me explain…..
For the time being, please forget DJ as Amir Khan… remember him as a character… DJ, who drinks beer like water, who cares a sh*t about life, who is scared to face the real life… (remember the scene where he mentions it to Su).
So are his other friends, less or more.

Enter Su…. Brings changes (though not very apparent), while making the documentary.
Madhavan (sorry Ajay) dies… and they feel the pain…. Kill the defence minister.
Now, at this point of time I was a bit confused, as to which category should I put this act.
Rebellion against the corrupt system… or an act of Revenge???
However, Rakesh Mehra convinces me towards the end of the movie that it was not an act revenge. Then one may think why did I rate the movie this way.

Very simple. The movie doesn’t inspire you to be original.
It describes the story of some young men who are inspired by the legendary characters of the Indian War of Independence.
Please do not get me wrong. I am not being critical. I am just expressing something I believe in.

Junta, if you want to change the world, you have got to be original. You cannot imitate people and kill everyone who is corrupt.

And before all this, the question arises, who are you to decide who’s corrupt and who’s not. You were the person who gave money to the police inspector in the fort, to keep his mouth shut….. and now when you are AWAKE, you decide to kill this breed, forgetting that you and people like you have given birth to this breed.

Almost all of us give bribe to at every level possible to get our work done in the simplest and fastest way. Almost all of us would travel without ticket if assured that no TTE is on train. Almost all of us carry plastic bags, even when we have purchased a packet of maggi and then throw it on the road without caring of it.
And after that we sit down with a bunch of people and say, India ka kuchh nahi ho sakta.

Deinitely kuchh nahi ho sakta, if we do not understand our individual responsibilities. Miracles are but stories.

And to bring a change, all of us need not join army or even politics. The best possible way would be to simply find the one thing that you love doing. That’s the only way to prosper as an individual.
And when you prosper, remember two things:

1. Be Honest, and
2. Be Selfish.

Na na. I didn’t misspell the word. I really want you to be selfish, because that’s a part of human nature. But just do one more thing when you become selfish (or more appropriately realize that you have always been one)….. increase the boundaries of SELF, to accommodate the people around you.
Remember the poetry:
Dil Simte to Aashiq,
Faile to Zamana hai.

And if you ever fear whether you would be able to stand alone, just recite this poetry by Majrooh Sultanpuri:
Main Akela hi chala tha Jani-be-Manzil magar,
Log saath aate gaye, Karvan banta gaya.

Long Live Revolution .

I am frustrated … Arrghhhhhhhhhhh (… Concluding Edition)

Been there,
Done it.. (
(Thanks Manas for this one liner).

Hi fellas. This one liner is just in continuation to my previous post.
I appeared for my IWT exam in the midst of all confusion and frustration.

I reached college 20 mins before the scheduled time, so went to have coffee and found Miss Malik at the Nescafe (quite obvious), with Sumandeep (not so obvious).
At some point of time I discovered that I had not brought my purse (very very unobvious). My purse is like my wife guys. I’d never leave it anywhere . But anyways, somehow I managed to do it, and Miss Malik paid for my Kaapi. (Thanks Malik Bhai )

Again, as I was about to enter the examination hall, I recalled that my bloody admit card was in my purse (which I’d left at home), and just then the bell rang . I quickly wrote an application and somehow entered the examination hall.
When I started writing, I again discovered that I had not brought my wrist watch. [Wow! So many discoveries. What a day!]

The question paper was not as good as the last year’s paper, but then again….. it definitely was successful in maintaining the tradition.
It did contain the legacy queries:

1. Name three browsers.
2. Smiley!!! ^:)^
3. And my favorite question Pros and Cons of email (Bloody s***). Arnab comes running to me after the paper, jumping, shouting… Bol, bol… Pros and cons of email likha ki nahi bol…, [typical Arnie ]

Anyways, I did finish the paper with these beautiful incidents added in between (not to mention the verbal thrashing by our HOD in the middle of the exam because I was bajaying chutki with my fingers, while entering the toilet. (Sorry, I couldn’t find the English of chutki )

However, the best part came after the exam. I met Rahul outside the exam centre.
Rahul: Kaisa hua be?? Saala mera to mann hi nahi kar raha tha likhne ka. Sab kal baith ke Multithreading, Applet, Consumer-Producer padhe aur aaya kuchh bhi nahi.
This was very interesting and different. It’s a bit coincidental that I somehow catch Rahul online, just before the exams and hear him say the same thing everytime:
Saali phati hui hai be. Kuchh nahi padha hoon. Semester bhar masti kiya abhi phat rahi hai..#$#%$^
[Though, I am sure, he never really meant it. At least not always . But it was good to hear something different from him.]

So, that’s my day……. Which was freshened up by a long date with Slashdot and very long nap following it.

I have one more paper left (on 19th) and it’s quite interesting. I hope to get some good questions this time.

Please, do drop in your comments. I’d love that (.
Take Care.

I am frustrated … Arrghhhhhhhhhhh

Latest News: I have my IWT (called as “Internet & Web Technology) paper day after tomorrow and I am not studying. Nothing at all.
Reason: I had a look at last years question paper.

Well, don’t get me wrong, the paper was not tough….. it was garbage.
I will take the liberty of posting some questons:

1. What is Yahoo? [2 marks]
2. How do you execute a Java Program? [2 marks]
3. Name three web browsers. [2 marks]
4. What are smileys? [5 marks]
5. Write pros and cons of email? [5 marks]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Common guys. I am in final year B.Tech. and you expect me to sit in the examination hall and answer these question????
I’d prefer to fail…… and I guess I am gonna do that.

Infact there’s a very strange coincidence, I saw a dream today early morning that I’ve dropped from my college…………. and believe me…. the feeling was good.
Now, I think I understand the mental condition of guys like Steve Jobs dropping from college in 6 months.

I remember when Lalit simply refused to submit the CGM assignment on Input/Output devices when he saw people sumitting assignments with pictures of mouse and keyboard.

Anyways, Thanks for dropping in.
Please leave your comments.
BTW I’ll not be dropping as Anu ordered me not to dare even think of it. (

Chalo, C ya later.

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The Past One++ Month. Part-I.

I am writing this blog using Open Office on Ubuntu. I may blog on this lovely O/S sometime later but now I just want to utilise my time to write about the past one and half months.

The past one and half month has been Beautiful, Amazing, full of Inspiration, Frightening, Terrible, Dirty, Filthy……. all at the same time. In other words, this time has been a special chapter of “my life’s experiences”.

The time can be roughly divided into four categories:

1. My 7th Sem Exams and …… Sine Die in my college.

2. My vacation in Bhilai (with Chacha-Chachi) and Brajrajnagar (with Ma-Papa)

3. ICDCIT ‘05 – Second Edition (International Conference on Distributed Computing and Internet Technology) and NCSC ‘05 (National Children’ Science Congress) back in college, at the end of december.

4. And my remaining exam papers, that are continuing and will end on 19^th (with all the expected and calculated Probabilty )

I may not be able to complete it tonight so may be I’ll write it in parts.

It all began in the evening of 24^th Nov ‘05. We had our Computer Intelligence paper the next day and I was, with all my power and belief, trying to study. I received a call from Rohan and came to know, though not immediately (typical Rohan ), about the crap going on in the hostel (i don’t stay in hostel).

 

At a later stage, all hell broke loose and there was a bloody mess was created, involving the 2^nd year and final year batches. The worst part – It happened in the presence of our respected Chancellor. And it all happened because of a few handful “heroes”.

 

There is no point describing everything but yes, I was in a fix when I heard it. I am a final year guy and there are so many 2^nd year guys whom I love as much I love my younger Bro. I tried to be kept updated…. thanks to the cellphones.

Sometime after 3 am, we got the news that the police had to interrupt and the SP has declared SINE DIE. We were shocked.

Both the batches were asked to vacate the hostel by 6 am. And our exam was, quite apparently, POSTPONED INDEFINITELY.

Anyways, my main concern were my bachcha log. The irony was that they were driven out of the hostel because of a clash with the “final year” and now they were with me, a “final year guy”.

I guess then that, in general, it’s not the people that are the root of the trouble, it’s just a handful enlightened souls.

 

So, finally it was all over and everyone, by the end of the evening, deserted me back here in Bhubaneswar. I was bloody left alone, except Anu, whom I could not meet because her exams were still in progress.

The best part………….. We had ICDCIT, NCSC, and Youth Parliament approaching, and our entry in the campus was prohibited. We were not allowed to enter our own campus, for so called security reasons. (

Anyways, there was not much left to do in Bhubaneswar, plus I had developed back ache because of spending long hours in front of my computer………… and I desperately needed a break. So, I left for Bhilai. I have a lot of relatives in Bhilai but the main reason for my visit has always been my Chachu and Chachi . ……………… I love you both

 

 

Now, I need to take a break. I have my next paper on 17^th and I must pass the exams if I don’t want to be driven out of my home . I’ll Update the rest later.