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AN ADVENTUROUS ADMISSION

Posted in Uncategorized on July 27, 2005 by Tony Sebastian

AN ADVENTUROUS ADMISSION
-The truth is stranger than fiction!!!!

I woke up relatively early that morning. It can’t have been a rooster, I am quite sure there wasn’t one around, it can’t have been the alarm, I was so used to it that I went to sleep with the alarm on! It must have been the strange bed. I was in Bangalore with my family. My brother had been selected to Infosys and my parents and I were there to get him settled. We were staying with a family friend of ours. It was just a normal day with bright sunshine and lovely Bangalore climate. I don’t remember the headlines of that day’s paper but I am quite sure it must have been something like ‘Bush says war on terror will go on till there are no humans left on earth’ and ‘Kerala politicians vow to prevent development at any cost’ I am quite sure one wouldn’t find anything like ‘India wins test match abroad – 127 die of shock’. What I mean to say is it was just a normal day… there was nothing unusual on the cards.
I was used to waking up late lately so waking up at 8 was a surprise. The last three months were good…no studies, and lots of fun with friends and cousins, the entrance and board exam results were better than I expected… but then had come the disappointment of the NIT counselling – The NIT counselling was done and dusted and so was the ‘dropout admission’ process and classes had started about two weeks back…that meant I had kissed my NIT dreams goodbye – The SSB for the NDA was still a month away and the Kerala counselling, which was supposed to start on July 15 (that day was August 7), was still a long way away thanks to the inevitable strike by the student’s unions. There is Kerala for you…. ‘God’s own country…Devil’s own people!’
I went to the living room and everyone was up and about already. After the good morning exchanges and some coffee I just about got to the TV when dad looked up from the paper and said “Da, it says in the paper ‘those who have been admitted to NITs through dropout admission phase II have to report at the respective NITs by August 8’ (big deal, I thought, who wanted NIT anyway!) “did you check if you had something??” dad enquired “yeah that was over long ago right?” “no this is the second phase” dad insisted. Second phase??? I never knew about that… “no I didn’t” I said. We were away from home for five days visiting relatives I never knew existed and everyone wishing my brother good luck, so I hadn’t checked anything on the internet. “OK dad I’ll check now I said” but I knew it was futile my best waiting list position in the list of NITs I had given was NITW at 37 that was never going to change!! Or was it?? After I was done I said “dad we just lost Rs 5000/- (the counselling fee of 5000 would be refundable only if no seat had been available)” “what do you mean??” dad asked “I’ve got a seat in NITW” “so, we’ll go there.” “WHAT??” I couldn’t help exclaiming. That was ridiculous. “Dad, I don’t have any of my certificates, I have clothes for just four days, we have to register by 5:00 pm tomorrow and where the hell is Warangal??” Dad was his usual clairvoyant self. “Where are your certificates?” he enquired “In a file on the table in my room”….
Anybody who has seen my first year room in NITW is probably wondering how I could possibly get anything in order. For their benefit let’s just have a tiny flashback. Two weeks ago, my brother bought a folder to keep his certificates in order since he was joining Infosys shortly. The younger brother in me instantly came to the fore, “if he has one, I want one” I said. My wish was granted and after a week long scavenger hunt, I got everything in order. Now back to August 7

Dad picked up the phone and called our Hyderabadi tenant who informed that Warangal was some 3 hrs away from Hyderabad. Dad also told him about the certificates and requested him to get the file with the help of some neighbours (the partition that separated us from our tenants was a small door on the inside. After an hour dad called again and the neighbours were working on the door, a particularly stingy neighbour was now talking with dad “Sir we can’t get the door open” “well then break it, the certificates are more important” dad said. I didn’t hear what the neighbour said but it must have been something to the tunes of “break the door?? Are you sure?? Wood doesn’t grow on trees you know!!” “Never mind just get the certificates!!” dad said impatiently before hanging up.

Six hours and six hundred phone calls later (it does help if your dad works in the BSNL) my parents and I were on a bus to Hyderabad. My brother was staying with the family friends, the certificates were on their way via courier to our tenant’s father-in-law (a fax copy had already reached there), a phone call to my classmate of 10 years now in NITW had told me that clothes were no problem because full sleeve shirts and formal trousers were ‘fashionable’ for first year’s in NITW. Everything that could be done with a phone was done. But the uncertainties were far from over… we were sure to beat the 5 pm deadline but the courier would reach Hyderabad only on the 9th because 8th was a Sunday. All we could do was hope and pray that the office would not be particularly strict.

We reached Hyderabad early next morning and went to NITW with the fax. The benevolent sardarji at the office understood the situation (I’m not sure I understood it!!) and the admission formalities were completed.

On August 9th , my first day in NITW and incidentally my brother’s first day at Infosys, after my parents left ensuring I had all I needed and more I met my classmate of 10 years and my new batch mates. I went to his room and I was introduced to all of them. Then someone knocked on the door… a 6’ 6” giant, and two equally terrifying people came in… a rendezvous with seniors was not something I was particularly thrilled about, my only solace was the presence of many batch mates. And then it happened they were all ordered to go out by the giant… after a petrifying ordeal which lasted half an hour the giant and the others revealed their true identities…they were also my batch mates…the others came in and we all laughed heartily…. I was now one among them – a proud NITian…
About a year has passed now but not even a hundred can take away this from me…
THE BOTTOM LINE: NITW IS VERY FORTUNATE TO HAVE ME 😉 !!!

AN ADVENTUROUS ADMISSION

Posted in Uncategorized on July 27, 2005 by Tony Sebastian

AN ADVENTUROUS ADMISSION
-The truth is stranger than fiction!!!!

I woke up relatively early that morning. It can’t have been a rooster, I am quite sure there wasn’t one around, it can’t have been the alarm, I was so used to it that I went to sleep with the alarm on! It must have been the strange bed. I was in Bangalore with my family. My brother had been selected to Infosys and my parents and I were there to get him settled. We were staying with a family friend of ours. It was just a normal day with bright sunshine and lovely Bangalore climate. I don’t remember the headlines of that day’s paper but I am quite sure it must have been something like ‘Bush says war on terror will go on till there are no humans left on earth’ and ‘Kerala politicians vow to prevent development at any cost’ I am quite sure one wouldn’t find anything like ‘India wins test match abroad – 127 die of shock’. What I mean to say is it was just a normal day… there was nothing unusual on the cards.
I was used to waking up late lately so waking up at 8 was a surprise. The last three months were good…no studies, and lots of fun with friends and cousins, the entrance and board exam results were better than I expected… but then had come the disappointment of the NIT counselling – The NIT counselling was done and dusted and so was the ‘dropout admission’ process and classes had started about two weeks back…that meant I had kissed my NIT dreams goodbye – The SSB for the NDA was still a month away and the Kerala counselling, which was supposed to start on July 15 (that day was August 7), was still a long way away thanks to the inevitable strike by the student’s unions. There is Kerala for you…. ‘God’s own country…Devil’s own people!’
I went to the living room and everyone was up and about already. After the good morning exchanges and some coffee I just about got to the TV when dad looked up from the paper and said “Da, it says in the paper ‘those who have been admitted to NITs through dropout admission phase II have to report at the respective NITs by August 8’ (big deal, I thought, who wanted NIT anyway!) “did you check if you had something??” dad enquired “yeah that was over long ago right?” “no this is the second phase” dad insisted. Second phase??? I never knew about that… “no I didn’t” I said. We were away from home for five days visiting relatives I never knew existed and everyone wishing my brother good luck, so I hadn’t checked anything on the internet. “OK dad I’ll check now I said” but I knew it was futile my best waiting list position in the list of NITs I had given was NITW at 37 that was never going to change!! Or was it?? After I was done I said “dad we just lost Rs 5000/- (the counselling fee of 5000 would be refundable only if no seat had been available)” “what do you mean??” dad asked “I’ve got a seat in NITW” “so, we’ll go there.” “WHAT??” I couldn’t help exclaiming. That was ridiculous. “Dad, I don’t have any of my certificates, I have clothes for just four days, we have to register by 5:00 pm tomorrow and where the hell is Warangal??” Dad was his usual clairvoyant self. “Where are your certificates?” he enquired “In a file on the table in my room”….
Anybody who has seen my first year room in NITW is probably wondering how I could possibly get anything in order. For their benefit let’s just have a tiny flashback. Two weeks ago, my brother bought a folder to keep his certificates in order since he was joining Infosys shortly. The younger brother in me instantly came to the fore, “if he has one, I want one” I said. My wish was granted and after a week long scavenger hunt, I got everything in order. Now back to August 7

Dad picked up the phone and called our Hyderabadi tenant who informed that Warangal was some 3 hrs away from Hyderabad. Dad also told him about the certificates and requested him to get the file with the help of some neighbours (the partition that separated us from our tenants was a small door on the inside. After an hour dad called again and the neighbours were working on the door, a particularly stingy neighbour was now talking with dad “Sir we can’t get the door open” “well then break it, the certificates are more important” dad said. I didn’t hear what the neighbour said but it must have been something to the tunes of “break the door?? Are you sure?? Wood doesn’t grow on trees you know!!” “Never mind just get the certificates!!” dad said impatiently before hanging up.

Six hours and six hundred phone calls later (it does help if your dad works in the BSNL) my parents and I were on a bus to Hyderabad. My brother was staying with the family friends, the certificates were on their way via courier to our tenant’s father-in-law (a fax copy had already reached there), a phone call to my classmate of 10 years now in NITW had told me that clothes were no problem because full sleeve shirts and formal trousers were ‘fashionable’ for first year’s in NITW. Everything that could be done with a phone was done. But the uncertainties were far from over… we were sure to beat the 5 pm deadline but the courier would reach Hyderabad only on the 9th because 8th was a Sunday. All we could do was hope and pray that the office would not be particularly strict.

We reached Hyderabad early next morning and went to NITW with the fax. The benevolent sardarji at the office understood the situation (I’m not sure I understood it!!) and the admission formalities were completed.

On August 9th , my first day in NITW and incidentally my brother’s first day at Infosys, after my parents left ensuring I had all I needed and more I met my classmate of 10 years and my new batch mates. I went to his room and I was introduced to all of them. Then someone knocked on the door… a 6’ 6” giant, and two equally terrifying people came in… a rendezvous with seniors was not something I was particularly thrilled about, my only solace was the presence of many batch mates. And then it happened they were all ordered to go out by the giant… after a petrifying ordeal which lasted half an hour the giant and the others revealed their true identities…they were also my batch mates…the others came in and we all laughed heartily…. I was now one among them – a proud NITian…
About a year has passed now but not even a hundred can take away this from me…
THE BOTTOM LINE: NITW IS VERY FORTUNATE TO HAVE ME 😉 !!!

OPTIMISM

Posted in Uncategorized on July 18, 2005 by Tony Sebastian

OPTIMISM the magical key to success in my words…..

On the treacherous road of life
Comes many a trying pothole and gutter
Puncture, marauder, gun and knife
And we inevitably curse and mutter

perseverance is a waste of time
Success is a light year away
Quit the race in your prime
Hoping causes only pain and delay”

The shadow you will only see,
If you turn your back on the shining sun
A loser you will always be,
If you think you cannot run

If in the mind’s eye
You can see the goal up far
You will be home and dry
For what you think is what you are

Men who look up, not down below
Always see stars in the splendid sky
They no doubt will succeed and grow
And without wings learn to fly

If the thorn makes the rose look scary
To the man who does not hope
In the hand it looks sweeter than a fairy
Of the optimist who knows nothing will flop

Success is but a mind game
You have it in you to win
Be positive and follow your aim
And your way fortunes will spin

Move the pessimistic barriers, break the walls
And in you success will dwell
It will be a journey without falls
Coz OPTIMISM is a real magic spell

sMOTHERed NATURE

Posted in Uncategorized on July 16, 2005 by Tony Sebastian

sMOTHERed NATURE

The cool, sweet, gentle breeze
Whispered to the rustling leaves
The flowers bloom beckoning the bees
Like a lover to his loved calling “come please”
Swimming around blissfully are schools of fish
Carefree about their next meal’s dish
Nothing can disturb this wonderful niche
Mother nature meets their every wish
Joy is what it will always bring
To dream of that lovely spring
Just hearing a swallow sing
With hope makes my heart ring
But alas! To think of nature in all its glory
One would have to read an ancient story
It makes me feel really sorry
To see our mother hurt and gory
We inflict unbearable pain
Upon her with deeds insane
CFCs, ozone holes and acid rain
Looting and polluting – her blood we drain
Through wars and conflicts we wound her flesh
With atomic bombs her heart we crush
We don’t hear her wail through the barbed mesh
And trample on her in our rush
She suffers but cannot speak
Tears flow down her lovely cheek
With her gone and no fortress to seek
Our future is certainly bleak
Let us resurrect her from her current state
Erase the past clean it like a slate
Unite, fight and make things straight
SAVE MOTHER NATURE BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE

Life is tough…but oh so beautiful

Posted in Uncategorized on July 11, 2005 by Tony Sebastian

well i guess im an eternal optimist and may be i’l just get to expressing it!!!

When dark clouds hover up in your sky
Casting darkness and gloom
When you can only frown and cry
Thinking of the impending doom

When all things go wrong
And only sorrow creeps your mind
When a soothing happy song
You search and cannot find

When you ask “why me?”
And pray this hour would pass
When no light your eyes can see
And the other side has the greener grass

Remember that life is beautiful
Though not always sunny and bright
With your cup of joy filled to the full
Nor coz it’s always an easy fight

Life is beautiful coz it’s tough
And nothing ever comes for free
And the smooth always comes with the rough
However great you may be

Because there’s a solution to every problem
However daunting it may seem
Try harder and you will crack ’em
And with joy you will scream!!

For even the steepest peak
Has many a solid foothold
It may take you many a week
But you’ll get there and find your gold

Remember, it’s easy to lie down and play dead
And give up without trying hard as you can
And it’s easy to hang your head
And wish “if only I’d been another man”

But look down deep into your heart
And you’ll find loads of coal
Waiting for a spark to start
A fire that burns down all

Remember, you have the lock and you have the key
You have the strength to fight a bull
You are the author of your own destiny
Life is tough….but oh so beautiful!!

well well well

Posted in Uncategorized on July 11, 2005 by Tony Sebastian

hmm im kinda new to this sorta stuff…so lets see what we’ve got here!!! I don hv a job rite now nor do i have a girl friend!!!But my dad works in BSNL that means i got a free telephone line n a free net connection…that implies i’ve got nothin better to do!!! i don’t exactly know how this stuff works but i kinda understand i can write wateva crap i wanna n lure some dumbos into reading it!!!well thats majorly cool….except i don’t know what to write!!!will try though….