Woh beete pal....!!!

hi folks,

Before I start studying 'again' for the exam tomorrow morning, I just wanted to share this with you all. By the way, though the exam is an open book one, it sucks!!

I am sure you all must have experienced sweet and cherished childhood moments in the past. Now whenever I am stressed out, I wonder how carefree and tensionless life was when I was a child. Alas!, that's not the case now with even a UKG student now carrying a bag which is much bigger than his size!! The point is that the friends you make when you are a child, the sweet moments you enjoy together are somethings which never come back. But what happens when you by a strange quirk of fate are no longer with your close and sweet friend(s). That's what happened with me 8 years back when my Dad got transferred honouring IAF's orders. I could never recover from that sudden twist in the story and it took me another 3 years to again make such good friends who are now close to my heart.

I am forever indebted to Mr Orkut Buyukkokten for creating such a wonderful socialising network. I was always under the impression that it was meant to only find new friends or establish contact with existing friends, until I found my classmates from my earlier school 8 yrs back and finally I got in touch with the same close and sweet friend about who I was talking about before. I was so happy, I mean genuinely happy talking with her and reliving those old memories and learning about new developments in her life. 8 years is a long time but not long enough to change the dynamics between us as we instantly bonded with each other, as if I spoke to her just yesterday only. I experienced such a feeling for the first time and was excited beyond measure. Hoping that such instances happen with me more often.

"Aakhir duniya 'Hope' pe hi tho chalthi hai!!"

regards,

taureansandy

Why TAUREANSANDY created this blog??

hi folks,

Huh!! These exams... and now the blogger is back again. After all those senseless and not so useful posts about his life at WIMWI, finally comes a post which will tell you why "TAUREANSANDY" created this blog. Hmmm.. During the days when he was having a not so rosy time with CAT classes and weekly AIMCATS which spoilt his once upon a time "funny sundays", he was particularly inspired by "nocabbages". Now if you are wondering who "nocabbages" is, well he is a no nonsense guy with incidentally a great sense of humour. A true scholar, jack of all trades and master of none. But that's what makes him so special because he knew "everything under the sun" [ a phrase which was his mantra at the coaching centre ]. And with his amazing story telling abilities, he could easily demand your attention to his talks which were mostly on topics which the present COOL and SEXY generation find the least interesting. Of course, the blogger also belongs to this generation. But he doesn't consider himselves cool and sexy!! Why?? Only he knows.

Well coming to the point, blogger wanted to have his own blog just like "nocabbages" has. Well till now, a blue coloured diary had the privilege of storing blogger's thoughts. But now that diary is crying cos his Black colored Presario has the privilege. Blogger has created this blog because readers like you appreciate. But his blog doesn't have many followers. This is an area of improvement on which he's working currently. And somehow he has this hunch that this post was his worst ever. What do the reader's say? Do let him know your comments, so that I don't have to waste my time typing all this once again "senseless sense" for him while he's away enjoying a date with his new "GIRLfriend". :-P

P.S: "TAUREANSANDY" is my alter ego!!

regards,

For taureansandy-

Sandeep

The memoirs of an underdog....

Hi folks,

First of all I wish all the readers many many bright wishes of DIPAVALI. May this Dipavali bring lots of prosperity and wealth to all.

Today has been yet one of those days, when you want to cry but tears won't come out. During the course of the 121 days I have spent in WIMWI so far, lots of such days like today have come and gone by. Days when nothing goes right for you, however hard you may try. The journey from a Victor to an Underdog has been nothing short of a bumpy ride with an initial free fall. Once a Victor I was before stepping into this campus, and the transformation to an Underdog has been painful yet insightful. An experience you would never enjoy, however happy go lucky type you are.

This is my first Dipavali outside home and I don't know why I am missing home much more dearly than ever before. Probably because its very difficult to find a shoulder to cry on in WIMWI. Not that you won't get anybody who can comfort you, but your ego comes in the way when you want to shed tears. Unfortunately I have that. I have tried hard to shed tears, but somehow you are supposed to be strong and mature to handle such difficult situations. So am i trying hard to stay calm and composed.

That's why people often say that you have to be careful when you are at the peak of success. The feeling when you are up there is exhilarating, but the moment you lose control and gravity will control you. I have had a similar experience here. The first fall smashed my confidence. But that experience made me humbler than ever before. And from there on I fell many times, but I guess I have got used to this process. I am no longer in the limelight as I was before coming here. The intoxicating potion of limelight and success is very dangerous. But the one thing I don't like is that when you become an underdog, people don't take you or your views seriously as has happened with me. Making friends here in WIMWI is easy, especially when you are a super performer. Making friends is also easy for someone like me. But making genuine friends for someone like me becomes all that much more difficult because I am competing with time and that's what is now not with me to socialise with friends.

I guess I have never been so serious in my posts ever before. But I thought of sharing my views here with a hope that there are people like me inside WIMWI, with a hope that I am not alone. Otherwise the proposition that everyone is excelling here just seems frightening to me now!! I am trying to excel here, and the learning process is constantly happening. But the GRADES act as brakes in this academic journey. I don't know who invented these GRADES, but would certainly like to meet him/ her and say "A GRADE is neither the true measure of learning nor success".

But one thing is for sure. I can now understand how it feels to be an UNDERDOG. It's great because I have nothing to LOSE now and everything to GAIN!! :)

regards,

taureansandy

Placecomm NB se Juice NB tak.....

Hi folks,

Taureansandy is back with yet another JUICY post this time. Why JUICY? Read on.

When I first Installed Dbab in my laptop, I was wondering if this so called mini messenger was really required. I was in the wrong impression that the institute mail would be sufficient for communication. And after a month or so, I realised that Dbab is a world in itself. A world where the intellectuals [ muggus ] share their INSIGHTS and CONFLUENCE of ideas takes place. A world where the barrage of 'annadata' related queries result in total CHAOS. Hmmmm, this is also the world where when Cupid strikes [ which rarely happens, given the workload!! ] or when sweet MADNESS strikes [ which usually happens ], flow of 'Meri pyari blah blah blah' takes place. There was a time when I used to laugh at all this and wonder whether Dbab really serves the purpose or quoting somebody ' Dbab is nothing but a useless energy sapping software '. But with the hectic activity going on in the 'annadata' NB and with so many queries getting answered, I realise that Dbab is a Vintage Lambi Race ka Ghoda. 'Bahut Upyogi aur kifayati bhi!!'

And today something happened which I never ever in my dreams had imagined of. A long Juice as IIM ki Junta calls it posted to my classmate!!, that too from my Dbab account. I wonder whats going to happen now, but hope that the workload which we have saves me. And if you are wondering how does WORKLOAD fit into this puzzle. Hehehe :) ......, simple. More the workload, less will be the time available for the junta to even have a look at that long emotional creative but mischievious work of hindi prose. I wish my hindi was as strong as that is displayed in it. Otherwise ' mein musaafir, pyaar ki talaash mein ' wouldn't have landed up in WIMWI!! Hahaha, at least I hope the hindi I used above does justice to my ever continuing efforts to master it. :-)

regards,

taureansandy

Saralda ke class ki Saral kahaani!!

Hi folks,

The digital clock in our class was displaying 11:55 and there cometh the professor. The one who literally scared the hell out of me in the first class itself. The fear was consolidated when in one fine class he was standing besides me to see what calculations I was doing as per his instructions. His mere presence was enough to blank out my mind. He chided me and I felt like crap, though eventually I completed the task and spelt out the answers. Then my quiz went horrible. Things were looking pretty bad in this subject and then a single lecture by him one fine day changed my as well as everyone's perspective. The professor suddenly had unleashed his new avatar. Nobody dared slept in his classes because nobody wanted to miss the action. It was like watching an action packed thriller right inside the AC classroom. Nobody knew when he would crack a joke amidst a serious discussion going on. His ability to involve the whole class is simply incredible. And today's lecture was unarguably one of the most memorable lectures I would remember till eternity. I am sure readers here would unanimously agree to this. And if you are wondering who this wonderful amazing truly brilliant [ add all the adjectives you want and still those won't be enough ] scholar [ not a professor mind you!! ] is......

He's Saral Mukherjee who has this incredible ability to make his lectures very 'SARAL'. Hats off to you sir. Junta from now on would eagerly await your lecture for days to come. Yehi hai Saralda ke class ki Saral Kahaani !! :) And if you are thinking why I called him a scholar instead of a professor, then introspect and you will 'SEE THE LIGHT'.

regards,

taureansandy

Silence is golden, Sleep is Platinum!!

Hi folks,

Over the past few days, I have steadily gained a reputation of falling into deep slumber during lectures. People were wondering How I could manage to catch some z's in the marketing lecture which everybody is supposed to sit up and listen ATTENTIVELY!!. People were counting me alongside some well known Sleepcatchers in our class.

There was a time when I was the lone warrior warding myself from sleep whereas others used to happily doze off in my engg lectures at college. Now life has come a full circle with me getting involved in the so called enviable act in the class. Today I did something which I am proud off. I managed to listen all the lectures without falling into the TRAP!! HahaHa!! Yup, and I would like to thank TEA from the bottom of my heart for helping me ward off SLEEP. I decided to try out TEA during breakfast, and EUREKA!, it worked wonders. On the contrary guys who used to chide me for falling asleep fell into the trap themselves today. What a sight it was for now it was my turn to avenge the humiliation I suffered all these days. Just kidding folks :). But on a more serious note I realised what lack of sleep can do to your body, both physically and mentally!!

" The one who can manage to sleep 8 hours daily in IIMA will be the ONE".

regards,

taureansandy

The week that was......

Hi folks,

Kya kahoon. The last week was one of those rare weeks which would remain etched forever in my mind for years to come. Should I be sad or ecstatic about the events which happened with me last week?? My dormmate and batchmate at IIM-A, "GaaGu" as we fondly called him in our dorm suddenly expired last week. The turn of the events was so unexpected that everyone was in a state of shock. We, his dormmates knew he was ill and had been admitted to a hospital. But everyone was thinking that it was a normal illness and he would recover and come back soon. It was sunday and I was in the CyberLab when I received a DBab unicast from my friend saying that GaaGu has been put on a ventilator. I was shocked and we first decided to visit the hospital to check him out. Then the plan was cancelled as the visiting hours were over. We decided to visit him the next day. Little did we realise what was in store for all of us.

GaaGu was a shy and reserved guy. Typically the one who takes his time to open upto people. A 9 pointer at IIT Madras, Inter-IIT TT champion, winner of many prestigious quiz competitions and many more. He was born to excel in Acads. But yeh Zindagi bhi ajeeb hai na. Jisko mauka chahiye usko deti nahi hai!! He was special. So special that God wanted him dearly, and so he took him away. The after effects of his demise were starkly visible in the dorm. For about two days, the dorm was in such a silence mode that the ambience was frightening. Nobody talked. The silence was truly frightening. But we realised we had to move on. I for a moment realised that the hectic and the rigorous schedule we are subjected to here can make us forget the importance and the value of life. And GaaGu's demise was one such event which inadvertently made not only me but everyone else realise that its important to just feel alive, Just breathe in a whiff of fresh air and remind yourself that you are alive. We have been so busy that we have forgotten to remind ourselves that we are ALIVE. Life is not to be taken for granted but alas, we are doing just that.

I mentioned the word ecstatic because after a gap of full 8 years, I again got in touch with my dear childhood friend. The medium was ORKUT. It felt great when I received a call from --- and we together relived those old golden memories. I can't describe how happy I was talking with my long lost dear friend. Truly Ek na ek din tho milna hi tha, kyonki yeh zindagi bahut choti hai aur hamein kai baar milna hai. Sounds familiar right. Yaah!! An easy one. This is the dialogue from HUM TUM. By the way You guys/gals wanna hear what happened to HUM TUM after their visit to WIMWI. Then follow my posts to hear the news soon. Hum had come just yesterday in my dreamland and narrated his -----iful experiences with TUM in WIMWI, while we were busy mugging during our Slot 2 exams!!

regards,

taureansandy