ALMA MATER-----GPL

GPL....yaa u guessed it write this is about Gaa** pey laat...but as it is a public forum lets call it Guard pey laat...not offensive nd yet produces the same effect. Everyone has a guard, which has been called with different expletives in popular terms, Tashreef, Tohfa, Rozi....words are few to describe the soft spot.
But we are talking here what happens when 500 odd people of same batch are kept in collective set of hostels nearby and they need to celebrate. They celebrate the occasion by gifting GPL's to the man of the moment and it might sound strange but the effect intended is not by the hit, but the fear you have when a person steps on the podium around you to give that fearsome hit. That 5 seconds of anticipation are an eternity to comprehend and when a person like dorjee stands there to take the free-hit on ur guard...u can feel a wave of trauma travel down your spine. GPL's have been a pride of MNIT and they come on all happy occasions. People like doody, who have hundreds of people conglomerating on their birthdays and they, responding with a maniac laughter throughout while they are carted for a six with every kick. Then there are the whiners like saurabh arora and Mrinal, who just cry with every kick, that this was fiercely hit and this is not a way, we all are civilised and we should not do such things. Most amazing are people lik Allistair and Ritesh Bansal with whom you never know where the guard stops and the legs start so you would have everybody hitting them nearly everywhere from their knees to abdomen. Tall people like vibhor who take every hit on their knees.

Then there are the kick takers, who wait for such occasions to revel, most infamous are people like dangar who are your biggest friends for that day and who would get together to hit you at every occasion. I still remember Dangar had given interview of Infosys and frustrated after not getting selected, i thought it would be good to console him and take him away from there. A minute before , a guy who was frustrated after not getting selected had loosened his tie, shirt was filled with sweat and he was hitting ferocious GPL's to everybody who was selected. He was the same kid who has failed in an exam but he sees some kids playing marbles outside his school and he forgets his books innocently and starts playing with them. I was amazed with the dedication he was hitting everybody, (sigh) hope same dedication had been put in studies.

But i am still surprised why everybody wants to hit you at that spot, whats about it which makes it attractive to hit at. especially tell me you were born on that day, so you need to take that hit every year, were you born to be hit at your guard like that? and then you have got a new job, new life and for that you should take a hit on your guard?I am very sure if you are married and expecting a kid someday, just be aware you might have 5-10 guys from MNIT running around in the hospital to give you GPL....

Eternity...Void...and all that lies beyond

Sitting back on her chair, comfortably, she spoke . His eyes were concentrating on her face and her mouth as she spoke carefully, truthfully, and with the kind of fluidity that comes with great effort- when one talks about things one knows, but seldom talks about.
It was always the eyes he lived for and the way she stared at him made him swoon on his feet. “Were you ever aware how I felt when you were giving away your life in a void, do You realize it’s Now what matters to your life, Not what yesterday or what tomorrow would mean.” Was all that he could say with his gaze but did it reach her was all he wondered.


"It's not about now or forever", he heard her say. "I'm not comfortable with time..."

Her gaze was fixed vaguely in his direction. There seemed to be a hint of frown on her face for a moment, and then she relaxed her eyes again. Her eyes looked as though they were looking at earth for the first time. Was she the same girl he was ready to wait for eternity, had to be the way that gaze had a void in it which somehow told him that he could just wander in it seamlessly and never get lost and the way it gelled with the frown so as to suggest that she did not like him wandering so far inside the eyes so that she could never pull him out. And when she relaxed her eyes, they just told him it was OK, that it did not matter wherever he wandered in the dark because the light was on the horizon, the morning was nearby and the light would guide him to the unbridled emotions he wanted to feel, wanted to touch. Just wanted to be with her.

He saw her speak again. Her tone was stable and she was not in a hurry. She was not confused.

"I'm not lost." She looked at him for some time. She didn't know if he would understand if she tried to explain.

"But when you find yourself," she continued, "...when you understand the things happening to you... and it ends abruptly... it's left behind like just a chapter, while a complete story is what it was meant to be. Everything I thought I'd be till my last breath and my ways... don't seem... relevant.

"He always got the best out of me. You know him. But I can't thank him. It wouldn't be fair... on me... You know, I understood his most bizarre ideas. I could always make sense of his irrelevant speech. It was his way. His genius amazed all. His ways perplexed all, except me. And he knew it.

"He knew it... I know that. He told me how to come to a conclusion, and how never to tell yourself you came to one, and just act. Act.

"I, for the matter, thought. And he acted finally. Finally he left me behind... perplexed."

At this point, she was looking straight at him. He was grasping all that she said.
He wanted to tell her that was exactly how he felt about her, He always felt but could never speak, he always found her lost in him whenever he was near and she was always oblivious of his presence lost in his best friend. But he always listened to what she had to say with the mute eyes, he could live in the eternity of those forever.

He was glad to be a spectator because sometimes the beauty of the game is not to play in it, but to be a mute observer and get lost in it. To understand what it means to you and to communicate what you always wanted but would never have to speak for it. But her stare had a different look today, it did’nt have that similar zilch for him, but had an enormity within them. They seemed to notice him today, notice that he was looking at her, he wondered if she could hear what his eyes said but that was not to be. Those treacherous eyes did’nt want to speak, they wanted to listen, from him and for her.

Her glance seemed to ask for answers. But he knew he had to let her speak. He remained quiet as she looked away, slowly.

"Everything I have with you is so direct. Sometimes I wonder if I'm all wrong" she said calmly.

"Look at this," she contemplated aloud, "I could never say these things to him. And though I have nothing to gain or lose from him any more. But look at it. Do I want to be understood or do I have to be understood? Must I understand simply or must I claim the Gods talk to me? The perfect silences of other realms... It was the best way i knew.

"But may be now i know better..."

He seemed to calculate. She looked at him again. He thought there was longing, not in her face, in her eyes. Something that was not meant to be seen by him. But he grew more sure of it when she wouldn't take her eyes off him, however unknowingly.

The simple look on her face spoke very little. It was free of malice, and very uncomplicated. Her body was relaxed.

"What we can do with words, we can't do with anything else. That's who I need. And I... should be needed in that way. I'm doubting this. Alright. But I'm telling you I'm doubtful. And that's what I need."


He was quivering in his paces by now, was she for true, was this moment for true, was he being summoned from the almighty of weird chances to answer the call. I want to say it, he shouted out loud. But nobody could hear, he looked here and there but just did’nt seem to have the courage to speak up. She was all he idolized, right from the first day, when his friend introduced him to her, he never felt that he could believe in God again. Believe his claims to be fair, because she was all he wanted. And here she was, reminiscing all she had done. But was it good for her, was she not all he loved? And if he did was this what he wanted for her? He wanted her to be happy, not upset with herself, but perhaps this was the day, this was the clog he was waiting to fill all his life. He wanted to be there for her and tell her that she could wander, because it was alright to be lost sometimes in life. To lose oneself so that we appreciate whatever we manage to find of ourselves, when we do. Suddenly the eye contact broke and he couldn’t help thinking that she came back to soon, no, this is not in the script, he said, she needs to wander, needs to move to find herself.


She looked at her own lap and was frowning. Barely half a minute. She was soon looking back at him. This time, really waiting. He stayed. The controlled intensity on her face was inducing intensity in his own self. She very simply hid all the longing behind a composed, easy look.

After some silence, her eyes felt heavy, and she closed them. Some time passed. She could sit that way forever. In his presence. To her, it felt more easy than solitude. Some more time passed.

He got up looking at her, walked a few paces and went to stand behind her chair, his back towards hers. After a moment, she turned behind, and looked at him with the same blank eyes. Her eyes followed his eyes that were fixed at hers as he walked round the chair and carefully took her left hand into both his hands. He paused, and then bent down to her. She closed her eyes almost immediately and lowered her face.

His grip over her hand was surety reassured. He knew who she was. The leaning figure that disturbed the air around was imposing to her mind. She felt his body incline towards hers, approaching it. She heard him breathing close to her own face. What followed was a firm kiss on her cheek. He then withdrew. He looked at her, fully, and said, "You'll find him one day." And he went away.

Sitting back on her chair, she tried to figure out if she was living. She was falling asleep. Her body was relaxed. She was all wrong.

Chhod Do

Pitaji ney kahaa Aalas chhod do
Maa ney bolaa jyaada sona chhod do
behen ney bola kanjoosi chhod do
bhai ney bola ladkiyo k baare mein advise karna chhod do
Duniya ney kaha Architecture chhod do
Architecture waalo ney bola IT chhod do
Managers ney bola paise k peeche bhaagna chhod do
Navendu ney bola funde dena chhod do
Khandu ney bola Navendu pey bharosa karna chhod do
Sameep ney bola doosre kii naukri karna chhod do
Bibhu ney bola mujhe kaam karne kii hidaayat dena chhod do
Allistair ney kaha monalisa meri painting hain ussko pareshaan karna chhod do
Kake ney bola shaadi ko naa kehna chhod do
Madhavan Sekar ney kahaa you cannot do it...koshish chhod do
Pranay ney kahaa Sapne dekhna chhod do
Ashu ney kaha kahaan yaar duniya kii kyaa sochte ho sochna hii chhod do
Mangla ney kahaa bakc**di chhod do
Vibhor ney kahaa chupchaap batao mangla kya kar raha hain baaki sab chhod do
Mohit chachu bole Bhaiyyan Times chhod do
Bairwa ney bola topo chhod do
Ashu ney bola humaari class kii ladkiyo pey line maarna chhod do
Vikrant(Meta) ney bola boss Chu**ya banaana chhod do
Mulle ney bola meri baaton ko samajhne ki koshish chhod do
Tomar ney bola grow up dude..puraani harkatein chhod do
Sanil bhai bole juice k paise do bachna chhod do
Daangar bola mujhe chain sey jeene do meri lena chhod do
Rathod ney kaha abb hyderabad chhod do
chhichhore doston ney bola wohh laal waali meri hain ussey chhod do
college ki ladkiyon ney kaha badtameezi chhod do
Moku aur Mayur ney kaha Keane chhod do
Vikku ney kahaa IT chhod do
Maharaj ney kahaa fasal kaat ke ghar pey chhod do
Dhillu ney kaha meri nayii gaadi kii panni utaarna chhod do
Yadav jii bole shaadi kii criticism chhod do
Jha bhai bole unke gaane kaa mazzak udaana chhod do
Paresh boss bole meri gaadi sey chalna chhod do
Nauman bole abbe abb tohh kaam karle bachkaani harkatein chhod do

Abb tum kehtii ho tumhe bhii chhod do....tohh lo tum bhii chhoot jaao

Kis Kis ko gaaiye Kis Kis ko roiiye Aaram badii cheez hain Muuh dhakk ke soiiye

My Resignation E-mail from Keane

Hi all,


Well here it is what everybody was waiting for!!!!!!!!



They say its not easy writing this mail, But I guess everybody has to do this tough work some day, and here comes my day. Believe me I have been waiting for last 2 months to write this mail so I expect you and thank you to have loads of patience to get through this epic last mail from my Keane id.



Every first has its own charm and charisma, in that regard I would thank Keane for being my first company and introducing me to the software world.



When I stepped into the software world I had an introduction to awesome democratic set-up which seemed to be the best to have worked for. In fact, You had to enter any room and say anything, No questions were asked. Here I was introduced to Vijender Kumar, one of the best Managers whom you could hope to get and idolize your professional life around. He has indeed been my friend, philosopher and guide within this setup. Then the person I would like to thank would be Krishna, who had immense knowledge with him but then we had our share of differences which I thought were there just to prove that we both were human beings. I just hope he now gets a new manager who is just like he was to me J.



But like every Hindi Movie there had to be a villain and As a matter of fact, here was where I saw an unrelenting management who was never ready to buckle and who just didn’t seem to care to our shouts shrieks and continuous wailing for our salary which never increased.



But anyways, let bygones be bygones and let this mail be what it is, My Last working-day Mail.

In fact I just don’t feel that I am composing a last working day mail, instead I feel as if I am being given some lifetime achievement award for spending my time in Keane (spreading rumours in Keane rather) and I would just like to thank everybody who was involved in making of it. My first thanks would go to Mr. Mayank Gupta, my friend colleague classmate and the devil’s advocate who told me that Keane was above Oracle and below Microsoft(in cyber towers off course) and persuaded me to join this company. Thanks buddy, you have been a true friend, infact whenever I had the itch to jump in a ditch you always ensured that your hand was the first one which pushed me into it.



Well I remember every incident word by word and picture by picture spent with fellow Spartans, be it our train sojourn with Mayur and Kuldeep or an innocent Utsav who came across by clicking his Keane pen. Well Sethi was always the soul of the batch, with very hilarious roomies in Mohan and Ujjawal. At the same time, people like KMP and Shivdeep are hard to come by and meet in course of life. But how did Minocha get more complements than me in that last day when we were supposed to write for our batch, I guess he took the advantage of his name being NitinJJ. Talking about special persons Abhinav would rank above everybody as we spent some quality time together. Heyy does everybody remember that TV remote incident?? In which we used to control other rooms TV by our remote and everybody used to be surprised with it??



Now the last but not the least, my special accolades are reserved for those people who made my stay in Hyderabad possible, remarkable and worthy of remembrance.

The great Dint, smiling Patna, lazy Mani, typical Sanjeev, awesome Sharath, Rajnikanth Rajendra, and our own Hari (I am still asking, kitney aadmi thhe?), JayKay who was trying to learn Hindi, Karthik who is still trying to change the company, Siva whom I always called Sharath, Vamshi who played a lot of politicsJ, Rakesh who has been the lucky charm of all the girls he has moved with(they all got married), my only hindi bhaashi Manjula madam, cute Divya who was adamant on teaching me Telegu and the awesome Maastar with Prabhu and the entire KBG gang who taught me the basics and the ethics of a workplace. In fact, All the telegu movies that I watched wouldn’t have been complete if they didn’t have the translatory voice of Arun and Sharath.



Well above all incidents and above all people whom I met there was one person who taught me more than I have learnt in my entire career. I still remember when he said in KSE that I want to own a big company one day and hade made a chart showing himself and his family, his wife and his career. But believe me when I went to his home on his last working day in this life, I just asked myself that Is this life?? We keep on clinging to things and crying over small issues, but guys life has got much more to itself than it seems on the surface. May Chandramouli’s soul rest in peace, easily one of the most talented guys I had the priviledge to meet.



Adios guys and always remember……………..picture abhi baaki hain mere dost……..



Signing Off,

Nitin Chaturvedi

The Six Bitches of my Life.

I am trying to sleep here..cant you see that?

I was irritated...irritated with her every small antics. My Experience taught me not to try to read a mind which was resting on pretty shoulders and if she was a lady, you had to be aware, i had lost and learnt a lot of time to forget and re-learn my lessons.Life's lessons were always pretty clear, somehow my mind told me that but my heart never seemed to agree.

It always retaliated to my mind saying this doesn't hold fair in today's world, you need to keep trying until you succeed and there i would be standing again in the line to be fooled again by yet another master stroke from the God who manned the mortals.

I collected six stories out of my loss, they came saw battered me and made me plead for life with them and in the end laughed at my destiny and left.

Today i was lying next to her...the seventh felony of my life probably, but i decided to heck with her and i decided to lose. That was when i started telling her bare my stories...

The Six Bitches of my Life.

Hold Pace

Close the door...Me said to Myself. Bang it went, had my sights set on the window, was a temptation but finally decided to close it as well. Fresh air should not enter the room filled with thoughts, lest they fly away. I pulled open my drawer and brought the books out, they had started to smell rotten. Mind and Books are alike in this aspect, they start breeding rotten garb if kept idle for some time. After nasal provish or improvishness testified for themselves, it was the turn to test Ears. Heard some sensible person advise, Never keep advises to yourself, God has given you two ears which are exactly in symmetry with each other, ever wondered why? If you are an architect and have worked on drawing stuffs like Autocad and all you might be tempted to think its because of the mirror command, as symmetry is easy to create, but giving God benefit of doubt, I assume he does manual draughting and if thats the case, Symmetry should be something pleasant. Anyways he gave us two ears within "Breathing" distance of each other and direct in line so that you might recieve from one end and give it a deserving exit from another. But when it moves that path, the brain is left over with some residues of "Passing Thought". In due course of time this passing thing metamorphoses into a lump which is called everlasting impression about yourselves attained by you courtesy others. and God forbid, if you took the untrodden path in life and took conventional or unconventional decisions, lump is going to become too big, so big that it might hinder the Natural path and approach to your thought process.

By now you might have got my dilemma pretty much, life’s been lots of unconventional stuff, things about which i never heard about, decisions which nobody advised and nobody supported and advises which i never heeded to. There is a system and there is an order about the dis-order of my life. But things are changing everyday and they evolve everyday to lead me into an unventured and unexplored realm whenever i try to settle into a sedate rhythm around my life.

There are two types of lessons in life, one which you get from books and others which you get from everything other than books. The latter one is a widespread knowledge for which lots of skills are required, for that you need to open the window and let the fresh air in, but the former, can only be holistically attained when you close the windows, doors, limit the fresh air and capture the ideas within a stale environment until your mind slowly absorbs them and keeps it within your storehouse.

Door stayed shut, sufi music started blowing slowly and everything just got dark.

jabse hosh sambhaala...pyar k baare mein bahut suna...pyaar kyaa hota hain kaise hota hain kiss tarah sey issey dur rehna chahiye...kaise pyaar ek baar zaroor karna chahiye...pyaar kiya nahii jaata ho jaata hain.

Pyaar ko leke bahut kitaabein hain humaare saahitya mein...har doosri movie kii central theme pyaar hoti hain humaare yahaan. bachpan sey jawaani takk pyaar k kaseede padey kisse suney magar pyaar nahii kiya. Har doosri ladki sey pyaar ho jaata thha, karne kii zaroorat nahi padhi, fir humne dil ko samjhaaya pyaar yehh nahii hota. Logo sey sunaa pyaar wohh hota hain jissme aap ghanto fone pey lagey rehte hain, din ko sham aur shaam ko subah samajhne lagte hain, Jab din bhar aapko uss phone kii gantii bajne ka intezaar rehta hain, jab aapko apneaap ko paagal kehlaane mein garv mehsoos hota hain.

Humne apne aap ko samjhaaya k vyangya rass k kawi hone k naate humein pyaar karne kaa hak nahii fir dekha jab poori duniya pyaar mein doobi hui hain tohh hum kyun nahii. Soca chalo yeh shauk bhii sahii, aakhir hum bhii pyaar karke dekhe. Dekhne mein masha allah hum bhii kam nahii thhe aur ek haseen mohtarma kii kamii thhi. Tohh humne apnii talaash shuru karii