A Beautiful Conversation

Disclaimer : Dear Readers, this blog entry really contains some hardcore technical terms. So if you are not getting some of these or any of these, please ask me. Happy reading :)

This is an interesting conversation I wanna present which took place between two individuals. Girl was from arts background and the boy was from technical background, actually an engineer.

So, this girl Rashmi wanted to explain to this boy Sanjeev about the depth of her love. As Sanjeev was an engineer and on the top hopelessly studious, she decided to use some technical language to express her feelings towards Sanjeev. So, she used google and tried to learn some technical and mathematical terms. Working hard with this for a week, she finally decided to put her feelings in front of Sanjeev. So, let’s find out the degree of the success she achieved in her mission

So, the scene starts like this.

Sanjeev is sitting on a bench in a park close to Rashmi’s college. Again and again he keeps staring at his wrist-watch.

After a wait of 30 minutes, Rashmi shows up. She was looking terrific in her half sleeve pink top with skin tight blue jeans. She was also carrying a big handbag whose colour was going perfectly with her attire. With a lovely smile she sat on the left of Sanjeev.

“So late?” Sanjeev seemed little annoyed.

“Yeah, actually, I was just trying to put on something great so that I can impress you.” Rashmi replied with an innocent smile.

“Okay , fine. But why are you wearing bangles in each of your ears?” Sanjeev asked with curiosity and holding his hypermetropia spects closer to his face.

“No stupid, these are ear-rings. Haven’t you seen them before? Actress Raveena Tandon was so famous for such ear-rings, you know.” She mentioned.

“Ok. I understand. Now tell me why have you asked me to come here?” He asked.

“Sanjeev, you are so in hurry, directly jumping to the point. Don’t you like this weather, park, kids and people all around? Can we just talk about them?” Rashmi requested.

“Nope” Sanjeev replied in a flat negation.

“Ok, fine, as you wish, I’ll go directly to the point. Sanjeev, I think I love you.” Rashmi poured all her emotion with this last statement.

“Oh, ok. You ‘think’ so. It means it is just a ‘hypothesis’.” Sanjeev replied killing all the emotions which Rashmi has just exhibited.

So, now, Rashmi realized that this is the time when she should use the knowledge she has acquired in a course of one week to make Sanjeev understand the gravity of her love.

So accordingly, she said, “No, Sanjeev, seriously, my love is as true as Newton’s law”

“That means I am forced to assume it, right. Because laws and axioms cannot be proved. So, you kinda trying to impose a fact on me that you love me and on the basis of that imposition you want me to say that I love you too. No, I cannot buy this. Sorry, you need to prove it.” Sanjeev said in his flawless technical language.

“No, really, Sanjeev. I mean it. Actually, I don’t know how to prove it right now but one thing I would want you to know is that as the time will pass you will realize truthfulness of my love. All I can say is that even if you do not understand my love at the moment, I will wait. I will wait for you, like for thousands of Light Years, what you call in your technical language” Rashmi said with a hope that this statement will certainly put some emotion in Sanjeev’s heart.

“Oh well. Rashmi, as a matter of fact, ‘Light Year’ is a unit of distance. A ‘light year’ is basically the distance travelled by the light in one year. It is not the unit of time.” Sanjeev again explained with no care for her feelings.

“Sanjeev, you are not getting me exactly. I want to tell you that my love will always be the same no matter what. It is like e^x which always remains the same either you differentiate it or integrate it. Do you understand?” She tried again.

“In that context, I would want you to please specify ‘x’ because if this ‘x’ is the no. of days left in my life then I am afraid that your love will decrease exponentially.” He said.

“Sanjeev, it seems all of my efforts are going in vain. Fine, you don’t wanna believe me, don’t believe me but you know what my love is pure, very pure. If you allow me I will shower my love on you the way moon showers its light to beautify the planet earth and whole earth gets immersed in the milky light.” Rashmi again tried to convince him.

“That means you will first gather love from somebody then shower that love on me. How ridiculous is that. Because as the science suggests, moon is first illuminated with sun’s light and then in the night it showers that light on the planet earth. God, are you really going to do that.” Sanjeev again presented his logic.

Rashmi had given up and just wanted to leave. She was apparently crying. And when she was about to leave, Sanjeev stopped her.

“Hey, are you leaving?” he asked

“Yes” she said sobbing.

“Are you done?” he asked

“Yes” she said.

“Ok fine. But before you leave I wanna say something” Sanjeev said.

“What now? You have already said so much.” Rashmi said in a low voice.

“Yeah. Actually, yesterday, I was just thinking about you and I wanted to ask you something. You know this electron and positron when combine together they become inseparable. Would you like to be an integrated part of my life in that way? And also this combination produces gamma rays, so can we have our kids also in that manner?” Sanjeev said in one go.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Are you asking me to be your life partner forever? Yeah, of course, I am ready, more than ready” Rashmi was wonderstruck with such awesome technical delivery from Sanjeev.

“Am I really asking you to be my life partner? I don’t know. May be.” Sanjeev replied.

“Stupid, I was trying to express my love for you for last one hour. But you didn’t get it, dumbo. And you have already planned our future together with kids. I am so happy, Sanjeev.” Rashmi was so exuberant.

“May be you should have tried some better way to express. You should learn something from me. See, how nicely I communicated my thoughts to you with the help of a simple example.” Sanjeev bragged.

“Simple, yeah, very simple” Rashmi said to herself.

When a NIFTian reached IIT....

I have a friend of mine. He graduated from NIFT, Gandhinagar. Our graduation year was same. In 2007, he graduated from NIFT and I from my engineering college. Well he is not the same person whom I talked about in one of my earlier posts. His name is... what is his real name.. gosh... I don’t know. The truth is that he used to be called by a nick-name which is actually a slang in hindi. That slang has been cropped in the last and twisted with such cuteness that all of us totally enjoy calling him by this name. Since it won’t be very decent to use that nick-name here as many of you may feel offended, so I would like to refer him by a combination of special characters.. let’s say.. “@$$”.

@$$ is a guy with a charming personality, enough to impress some girl. And in the college days, I have heard a lot about his numerous affairs. But after college, we were not much in contact.

So the day before yesterday I was having this tele-conversation with this guy and it was really interesting so I thought to share some part of that conversation.

It starts like this.

It was 8:45 pm. I was in my office busy with some project work. Suddenly my phone rang. It was some unknown number.

“Whose number is this?” I said to myself.

Wondering, I picked up the call.

“Hello, what’s up bro?” A little familiar voice asked from the other side.

I was trying to recall whose voice was that.

“Hi, I am fine. Your voice sounds familiar, but sorry, I am not able to recollect you” I said.

“I am @$$. You forgot me. How could ya? Seems you have become rich and successful and that’s why forgot your old friends” he said pulling my leg.

“Oh! Shut up. It just took a while otherwise I knew it’s you...bloody @$$” I said and giggled.

“So tell me what’s up there at your end. It has been so long since we talked. Where are you right now?” I added.

“I am good. You know what I am at your alma mater, IIT Kanpur” he said.

“Oh really, you are. What the hell are you doing there?” I asked with curiosity.

“I am an enrolled full time student here.” He replied.

“Stop kidding me. You designer jerk! What would you do in my technical institute? Tell me the truth. Why are you there?” I didn’t believe the fact of him being a student there.

“Dude, this is the truth. I cleared CEED exam and now pursuing M. Des. here at IIT Kanpur.” He cleared my doubt.

M. Des is basically Master of Design programme which is offered at IITs.

“Oh, wow. It is wonderful. You must be a proud person studying there at IITK.” I said.

“Yeah, proud, totally, except there is hell out here.” He said in an undermining voice.

“I know, because of academic pressure,it is really hell. I remember my 4 years. They were killing” I supported his view going back to the time of my college

“No, academic is fine. I have other problem with this institute” he said.

“Really, what?” I asked

“Dude there is almost no girls here.” He said.

I laughed a lot upon hearing this.

“No, seriously, negligible girls. How did you survive your four years I am surprised. When I was in NIFT, we had a total strength of 30 in my department of Accessory Design. Out of 30, 23 were girls. We used to get company all the time. Eating with girls, studying with girls, playing with girls and movies with girls etc. etc. But here it is a total desert.

Dude, it was my first class at IITK. I reached early before the commencement of the lecture. I chose to sit on the second row from the back. Slowly students were coming and they were filling the vacant seats. I was like this: 1 dude, 2 dude, 3^rd dude, 4^th dude. After 10^th dude, I thought that now atleast a dudette would show up. But no, I wasn’t that lucky. I kept counting them 15^th dude, 16^th dude... 29^th dude. 30^th person entered the room, slim and wearing jeans and t-shirt. That person had long hairs and was looking towards the floor so that her hairs were covering her face. From the back I thought that finally here enters my most awaited chick. Soon she looked up to find a vacant seat and what I could see that this person was a he and not a she and that too with a good moustache. It was my desperate eyes and mind which pictured him to be a woman.

And by the time, lecture was about to start, it was confirmed that this batch had no girl. When I was on the verge of losing hope...entered a girl. She had extreme fair complexion and looked stunning in her blue jeans and crimson red full sleeve tee. Though she looked little studious, she was the hottest girl for me on the planet. So, now I was wondering where was she gonna take her seat.

She moved. But she didn’t move towards the class rather she moved towards the dais and started rubbing the blackboard with a duster. Damn it! She was the instructor of the class. God was being so brute to me. Well then I just tried to concentrate on the lecture while cursing my fate on the same time.

Somehow, I was trying to deal with the given conditions at IITK. One day on the notice board, I read a notice that they were going to organise a discotheque in the campus and entry was free. So, the evening came and I went to the disc. I entered the disc, hoping to have some fun that night.

In the NIFT, disc used to be full of girls and boys in a proportion of 50:50. And here it wasn’t even 5:95. Well, I saw that there were two girls dancing in one of the corners there. They were good looking too. So, I decided to approach them. Gradually, with my cliché talks, I came close to one of the girls. And we decided to go out of the disc and just have a walk in the campus. This was the first time I was feeling so good. We were having a lot of stupid conversation. We also had some coffee together.

But it was not really the beginning of something great because while having the last sip of my coffee, I was about to ask her a question which was going to devastate me again.

I asked her “So Tanushree, what courses are you enrolled in here at IITK?”

“No, no, no. I am not a student here. I am the daughter of Dr. Ragmohan Reddy. I came from US just yesterday. And I got to know about this discotheque today only so I came here with my friend.” She poured a lot of information.

And, after this I decided not to meet her again.” After saying all this @$$ took a long pause.

“Dude, what’s wrong with you? You got this great girl and now you decided not to meet her. Why?” I asked @$$ to know the reason and also to break the silence

“Why. I tell you. Praveen, I never met this girl but I knew this girl already, even most of the boys in campus know this girl. Because Dr. Ragmohan Reddy has only one daughter and you know what Dr. Ragmohan Reddy is the present Director of IITK. And on the top of that we know that her only daughter was married to a millionaire in US just a month ago.” He said it all in a single breath.

“Oh boy, this is a real disaster. @$$, you are totally screwed.” I sympathized with him and on the same time I could not stop my laughter which burst out abruptly.

Reached Nashik

Starting my latest session of travelling for official purpose, I reached Nashik this time. Being a patient reader of my blog, you definitely deserve to know this fun fact that why this name “Nashik” is coined to this beautiful place.

The credit for coining this name goes to Surpnakha ma’am and our angry young man Laxman sir in the Treta yug. It sounds weird, isn’t it?

Ok, I am gonna put it fairly simple

Basically, I am referring to an incident in Ramayana. This was the place where Lord Laxman cut the nose (Nasika) of Supranakha as she was demanding something which was unacceptable for Laxman (Asking a married person to marry her that too in front of his elder brother. I mean she could have waited a little to put this proposal when Laxman was alone). Anyways, willingly or unwillingly Laxman had to put his sword across Supranakha’s nose. Since then this place is called Nashik as the legend says.

Like other trips, this time also I was accompanied with two of my colleagues. We took a bus from Ahmedabad in the evening and it was expected to reach Nashik in the early morning. Thanks to our alert team (of course including me) that in the morning when we woke up and enquired conductor of the bus about our location he told us that we were 30 km ahead of Nashik.

The driver and conductor gave us a what-a-bunch-of-idiots look. But then showing our extra-ordinary wisdom, we told them “Actually, you guys are idiots. You see, we paid for only Ahmedabad to Nashik and in the same fare, we travelled 30 km more. So this is your loss, fools.”

Anyhow, cursing the driver and conductor, we got down the bus and went on the opposite side of the road waiting for any vehicle coming from opposite direction which could take us back to Nashik. So, we stood there and started making that “please stop and take us to Nashik” gesture with left thumb up and slightly tilted to every vehicle which was passing by.

We were lucky that within 15 minutes we got a bus which was going towards Nashik. We hopped in and reached Nashik in next 40 minutes. So, little tired we reached a hotel. As soon as we entered, the faces of my two colleagues beamed. I assumed it was just because of the thought that they will get some rest now after that long journey. But later, as we entered into our assigned room, room-214, I realised that it was because of that beautiful receptionist whom they were planning to woo in their own ways which came quite obvious to me when I heard them talking about her.

This was how we started our first day...

Poor Manjeet

I have a friend, Manjeet. He is the most creative person I have ever met. He holds a professional degree in accessory design from the very reputed NIFT (National Institue of Fashion Technology). He has a good sense of humour too and is really a nice fellow.

There is one thing which he doesn’t like about him. He is pretty thin. How thin.......? Let me tell you a story.

Once, Manjeet had to go to Vadodara for some design project. So he took a bus from Ahmedabad to Vadodara and reached there at 9:00 am. He had to work there from 10:00 am to 6:00 pm on that project for that very day. Co-incidentally one of his seniors was also into that project. And fortunately, she was a girl. That girl was very pretty. Manjeet was delighted to see this. Soon they started enjoying working together. He was having a great time with her.

They never realized that how did the working time pass and for Manjeet, now it was the time to go back to Ahmedabad. It was evening and his watch was showing 6:30 .

“Hey Manjeet. So we are done for today” the girl, Shikha said smiling.

“Yeah” Manjeet said thinking that he had to go leaving her behind.

“So, what’s your plan?” asked Shikha.

“Nothing, I have to go back to Ahmedabad now.” Manjeet replied.

“Really” she said with a wide smile on her face.

“Why are you smiling? What is so great about it? Did I trouble you so much all day that you are happy on my departure” Manjeet said with an artificial smile.

“Nah, stupid. I am happy because I am also going to Ahmedabad. Actually, I am staying at my uncle’s place who is in Ahmedabad” said Shikha. “And now I’ll get a company for this journey Vadodara to Ahmedabad” she added and giggled.

“Vadodara to Ahmedabad, yeah” said Manjeet with joy as he had calculated that for the next two hours also he was going to be with Shikha.

Soon they boarded a bus. Shikha sat by the side of Manjeet. They were happy talking about their college NIFT and various other funny things. But Manjeet was totally occupied with the charming face and beautiful smile of Shikha. He was just enjoying the moment. Soon, Shikha started feeling sleepy. And in no time, she fell asleep and Manjeet got this million dollar opportunity to behold the beauty without any interruption

Suddenly Shikha unconsciously started inclining towards Manjeet’s shoulder.

“Ouch” she said as soon as her head touched Manjeet’s shoulder.

“Oh boy, you are so thin; it seems your bones are coming out of your body. Seriously, no girl can sleep keeping her head on your shoulder if she wants to ” she said and tried to manage her head against the back-cushion of the seat.

Manjeet was taken aback. This was totally a brutal murder of the love which was just budding. Manjeet never hated his thin body so much before.