Thursday, October 11, 2007

The day after

The randomness of day is a good research project.

What do you do when you have time to kill, three hours, to be precise. When you cannot play Jetman just for the fact that others will think you're the biggest jerk. When India is playing so horrendously that you don't feel like watching and cheering. When the music runs out on your cell phone or your battery gives up. When there is no one you can sit with for more than five minutes. When all your assignments and journals have been copied complete.

Difficult situations these. My response: I go to the Energee waala outside college, make random conversation with him about how bad India is playing, come back. I sit with this one guy I recognize in canteen. I talk to him for five minutes. Then I get up and walk out to my car for no rhyme or reason. I throw in my bag and walk back to college. I sit with that one guy and girl again. Once they stop showing much interest in me, I get up to walk outside again. Time doesn't fly you know. Damn.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007


Realization strikes, suddenly. After all the busy days of the past month, just yesterday, I was contemplating why I was behaving differently to certain circumstances which have occurred in the past.

I was never the expressive person. I used to be content even with no one around me, no one to talk to. I was never the expectant person. This has changed now.

I've become that extremely sociable person, who always needs people around to feel comfortable. I can't sit alone for hours now; not even with a book, my usual substitute for people. I know why this has happened. I've gotten close to a few people in the past few years, who've caused me to become this way. I do not know if it's for the better or worse; I'm just in a very uncomfortable territory right now. I need to know myself better.

That Siddhesh Mehra, who never cared what others thought of him, has started paying attention to it. I do not like it this way, but I do not know how much trying to turn myself back into the old me will change things.

For now, let me be.


This article has NOT been written by me. I came across it while searching on Google. Credit goes to the writer, Huzaifa. The blog can be found at


The following article was written by me for my college magazine in 2004.
I.E.E.E. and C.S.I. are the student chapters of the Electronics and Computer Department respectively. Needless to say, they are the best of friends.


Every now and then one comes across a stage in life which teaches you the difference between right and wrong and how to face hardships. It teaches you morals, ethics and things like why soldering irons should be cooled before putting in pant pockets.
Yes, I am talking of college festivals.

Every year the IEEE and CSI societies hold their college festival. IEEE and CSI date their origins to primitive times when two cave men first discovered the dog. The first cavemen taught the dog how to stand, eat, run, talk and cook food, but all the dog did was roll over and play dead. He called this programming and formed CSI. The second caveman passed a direct electric current thru the dog’s leg. When its tail moved frantically up and down, he called it DC to AC rectification and formed the IEEE.

Traditionally these two societies have been bitter rivals, each trying to outdo the other. Their festivals are the hallmark of the semester. CSI calls its festival PROTOCOL which is Latin for “Our-classrooms-are-better-than-the-principal’s-office.” IEEE calls its festival TECHTRIX which is stands for “We-claim-to-have-more-members-than-the-Congress Party.”

Protocol was the first fest to take place. While preparing for the event it was decided by the core committee that the college walls were looking faded and dirty. So let’s put up garish red posters over every inch of the walls and cover them up. Around 3 million billion killion dillion posters were printed (conservative estimate) and plastered everywhere. There were posters on the stairs, the canteen, the windows, even on the lift doors. Posters would turn up in the most unexpected places like the bathroom cubicles, the labs, the terrace and even in the canteen Pav Bhaji.

IEEE was now faced with an acute free wall space crisis. Someone on their committee decided to hang their posters from the ceiling. Now this is a good idea, especially if you are 8 ft tall and have a rubber neck. For others it was a chance to show off their archery skills. Contests were held during lunch (“Alright let’s see who can hit the poster. Keep your pens and rubber bands ready..FIRE”)

Both the festivals have budgets large enough to wipe the debt of certain African nations. Events like Treasure Hunt are closely guarded secrets. Nobody knows the checkpoints except the organizers, the event heads, the volunteers, their families, the xeroxwala, the liftman, security guards, the canteen waiters, and of course the government of China. Robotics is another keenly contested event in which 20 year old engineering students try to get rid of their ‘geeky nerd’ tags by playing with toy cars.

I have to mention the laser show which was part of the CSI fest.
It was a twenty minute show that had enough lasers to send western Maharashtra on an 8 hour power shortage. CSI proudly claimed it to be second in magnitude only to Bappi Lahiri’s wardrobe.

Not to be outdone IEEE redecorated the college entrance. Disco balls and black curtains were put up to give the feel of an authentic *Technical Festival*.

Looking back on 2004, I have to conclude that it was great fun. The fights, the bickering, sponsor stealing and the occasional glimpse of an empty wall space.
Can’t wait for next year.