Mentoring..

Loving the mentoring role..the adrenaline rush before each deadline, brainstorming with research team, the bar-napkin research and most importantly the leadership.

The summer of 2010

Is very different..

Has experienced temperature below 5 degree (is it really summer?)

Successfully lived without pani puri for 9 months.

Survived the second semester with four courses.

Fees waived.

Is a RA.

Working hard core on sustainability.

Going for concerts , plays.

Knows she can take care of her family.

Knows that her sister can walk normally now.

Is a month before something super to happen.

Is a PhD candidate...

Mission accomplished :)

Trip to Eggleston

Well..I thought my day would be terrible but thankfully it wasn't. All thanks to Nancy and Garry ( my friendship family in Blacksburg)Palisades, hotel, a tiny restaurant located at Eggleston made my Sunday.

They took me out for brunch and we went to a place called Palisades in Eggleston. It was a General store long back and not a historic building and a lovely country restaurant. A century ago, Eggleston was the hub of Giles country and drew visitors from all over the United States. They arrived by train (which still runs through the village) to enjoy its beauty and hot springs. Occupying what was formerly Pyne's General Store, the palisades Restaurant recaptures the former charm and spirit of Eggleston.

In addition to displaying memorabilia from the village's lively past, the pallisades restaurant retains the unique features of its Historic Landmark building including exposed brick walls, pressed tin ceilings and hardwood floors. Store was a vibrant business in the late 1920's , during one of Eggleston's many heydays and, as part of the New River's rick history (New river is the second oldest river, after river Nile), was featured prominently in the June 1999 issue of National Geographic Magazine.

The driveway was beautiful,the weather was tempting, played with the cat , the dog and the horse in the ranch, heard Americans talk about politics, took a proper American brunch, sipped a glass of champagne for the first time in my life, realized that after a sip my heads spinning like crazy!

And somehow after a long time felt relaxed, came home cooked dinner, thought about the poster, did few edits in the submittable, saw the SRK wala tere mere beech mei..fell in love with him :D , uploaded pics in orkut. In shot sweet lovely day.

D- 921

I was born and brought up in this place, a very special one called Kribhco Township. It was a mini India in itself. There were people from every state in the country. We faced together the 1984 Sikh Riot (though I was still in an embryonic state at that time ), three dreadful floods, the 2001 Earthquake, the Gujarat riots. Although life was full of dramatic events, still I always felt that was the safest place in earth. And my house in the township, it rocks :)

Its hub of fun, frolic and knowledge. On a typical day you'll find a variety of foot wares in front of the house, with Daisy and Kru Kru having their own debate of choosing the Foot-ware of the day (to chew, oh my dogs love doing that activity), a lot of noise of mumma ke students ( now you know the source of those foot-wares) , dad complaining about didi and me :), didi studying in one corner, ma busy with her students and me,well I always have my share of fun!

But today when dad finally retired and moved out of the place, I am going to miss lot of things. But as they, life goes on and that's the best 'present'.

An unexpected holiday.

I visited Gunjan's blog (The Chetant' ka dost) and was quite fascinated about the concept of discovering oneself using the blog. It made me remember my school days, when none of the days would end without me scribbling through my diary. And believe me it was much better than the usual twittering, the orkutting or the facebooking! It had the charm of any old vintage thing has in it, the constant fear of my dark secrets to get discovered, the fun of writing in it under the light of a table lamp.

And then I realized, how much I have stopped talking to myself and just listened to what people had to say. How much I have tried to love somebody and not myself. How much the assignments, the work, the office and profession has started to be important to me than the small share of joy in life. The mere pleasure of playing with snow, sneaking at 1 in the night to watch television, the late night self made Maggie treat. So today when I got an unexpected holiday ( my prof is out for a conference) I decided to share the time with me.

I wook up late (12 in the afternoon) I had big plans of going to the bank, to the bookstore to get my paycheck, library to few books. But I dropped all of them!!

Had my breakfast, listened to radio, talked with ma for like 2 hours (gosh I really adore her.), watched the water in the pool, listened to the twittering of the birds, and most importantly smiled... :)

Poetry.

My name means anthology and so I though why not start writing poems..

I remember my first poem "Why" and from that phase I knew , Chayanika beta..you would love framing questions..answers? Answers ke liye log hai na :)

So this afternoon, when it was freezing outside ( 1 degree C to be precise) and I cuddled in my chair ( yes I can almost fit in that!) I could realize something was missing..may be the usual smell of the place during Deewali, the rush of people, the sunshine, or probably was it you..?

Loneliness

It Kills at times,
It heals at times,
But
It always keep on reminding me one thing..
That
I am away from you
Far off!

Finally Bangalore again...

The moment I stepped down the flight and the cool bangalorian breeze blew my hair off...I knew I was in Bangalore again...:)

I remember how much I hated being here..how much the local language created a sense of irritation about not understanding a word what they were saying...about facing the 8 hours of office each day had become a burden in life..Bangalore auto walas! (grrrrrrrr!)

But this is the same place where I dreamt..I understood various human facets...but still the place where I lived my life to fullest!

As I traveled through the familiar spots...my old house (yes i feel it to be still my house)..searching for Fiddy, Oracle office , Barbecuenation :D (I am sure ..I am expelled from the resturant)..eating Panipuri @ BTM stage 2....it all made me feel more that my dear lovy dovy chayan...You did it! :D

And standing in begining of the new road , I know there can be nothing better than this start........

The Little share of happines..

Is it hard to ...

To able to say no to your boss when he gives you work at 5:45 pm when all the afternoon you had been thinking when the clock will tick 6 pm?

To smile at all those beautiful things happening in a typical indian road creating a few laugh lines here and there in your face?

To eat those tasty gol gappe, coming back from office.

To see the sunset every evening, with a hot cup of coffee mug as your only company.

To come home to a family, whose face lit up seeing you are at home?

To hear his voice and just fall asleep ?

Well if you are working and in some cosmopolitan city then it becomes nothing but a luxury to able to enjoy any one of this..let alone all the things at a time..It just gives me a thought that how lucky those people are who can dream of something big and do the things which their heart feels like doing, no matter what the world feels abt it and still balancing the best! Well world this blog is just an initiative to introduce some souls like this who are daring to do it....do go ahead and visit this blog " http://www.jagruti-kgp.blogspot.com/"

Change of Season

Winter is almost knocking in the door, and with the change of the weather my life is changing as well. I can smell the change in the air, donn't know whether it is for good or bad. But yes one thing I am preety sure about that there is a big transformation coming up in life and nature as well.

College..Did it really brought the change?

"Without College..No knowledge"
That is quite a common notion, which i guess has been proved by time. You might be suprised why i suddenly out of blues i am discussing a like which is so well evident. Apparently right now I am passing through the phase of life where on seeing every single thing related to college i get nostalgic. Sometimes while the process of self scrutinization starts what is gained and what is lost from the last four years endevour do come in picture.
Recently I had been in a similar situation. That was probably the last day of working college ( after that exams were going to start). Being the last day, there was ample amount of load of assignments, class tests and viva's in the small shoulders of my hands. While my hands trying to be an efficient Engineer's hand trying to manage the big book, needed for viva, the assignment files and the class notes I somehow along with my umbrella managed to climb down from the clumpsy Autoricksaw. And what i saw in gate suprised me! I saw a big fat girl trying hard to get herself adjusted in the short shirt and trying to beat the summer heat equally since her accessories were too gordy to make her comfortable. Well she was no other than one of my very good friends in first year. And man!! She has changed so much from the girl who was too shy to try out dresses below the ankle and here she is looking a real " hotty", whereas me...well i am still the same girl with little changes in the wardrope and still always in too much hurry to take care of the "feminine stuffs". Why the four years of time brought little or no change in me....Why i still get confused betwee pedicare and medicare hahahaha! :D As my little walk from the insti main gate to the department ended, a junior suddenly called up ' Chayanika madam can you please meet with me tonight, I think i need to discuss about the topic of next year's KVPY with you". And then i realized where i had been busy all these four years, giving no time for thinking about the ladies stuffs and happy i was again as a small kid as if i had won a war and not just a single battle!

Shimla Trip

Trips are one of the most refreshing things that happen to a Civil Engineer of our college. Trips are the time when we have "fun learning" Where it is not just about craming the facts and formulas..where it is more about learning the things going around you...more about managing with odds still making it among the few memorable days of your life, which will be cherished for ever..
There always remain few instances which make the situation lighter..which left us with few memories,recollecting them would always bring a bit of sunshine in our lives...the incidences which made those long painful bus journey (from Delhi to Chandigarh274Km, Chandigarh to Shimla, 95 Km Shimla to Dalhousie,224 Km and Dharamshala to Amritsar) or those freezing temperatures with very less warm clothes, the stale food of Mukherjee ( the tour guide) , Proff Macwan's "I have two daughters and both are girls" stories. The one that topped the chart were, involved me, and boy you could have seen people rolling down,holding their bellies tight:

* We( included me, Prachi, Mayanka, Vimal, Matkeswar & Mahesh) went to a shopping complex in Chandigarh. Imagine a posh area with all branded shops all around you..people having a general talk..and I Chayanika Mitra suddenly realizes that her childhood love of jumping over an empty bottle and getting a squicky sound is too hard to resist even among the crowd...so she jumps and BANGGGGG!!!!! The very next moment was found lying in the floor
Janata's Reaction: Hahahahahahaha...started holding their tummies ( well almost all had one! :P ) Renamed me as "4.75 gms".And the leg pulling....well it is continued till the very date.
PhysicistReaction: An empty bottle is filled with air inside it ; not completely empty...& since the bottle was capped it made the bottle to roll away when a "light weighted material" jumped over it. There is nothing strange about it. :)

* From the hotel to the shopping complex of Chandigarh, we took the traditional Tanga gari to travel. We were 4 people in one ( A single Tanga is meant to carry two average sized Indians.) We sang on top of our voice, people passing by us gave reaction like: Amazed, suprised, hallucinated and what not.
Janata's Reaction: Had so much fun..it sometimes feel wonderful to act foolishly.
Physicist Reaction : Where you the only girl in the tanga?

* Can you ever imagine Chinmay Nayek ( for the lesser informed mortals..let me tell you..Chinu as he is fondly addressed as, is a very loadu guy who has a weird temprament about the fairer sex) And imagine a girl putting flower on his head and he smiling away in front of the camera gave many of the classmates a dash of smile on their faces.
Janata's Reaction : Clicked various photographs. Shared them in lan. Pulled his leg ( For a while the gun barrel was towards his side leave me in peace for sometime.)
Physicist Reaction : The girl who played the prank on him was you..isn't it?Grrrrrrr

* During our trip to Dalai lama's monestry at Maclad ganj near Dharamshala, we met with cute chinki kids. And like every other excited college student.. i took hold of a baby and tried clicking pics with her. Ankur from no where came in the frame too and then started the flow of comments.
Janata's Reaction : A 5'2'' mother, a 6' tall dady and a chinki child :O Kya gajab family hain ye...
Physicists Reaction Shut up!

There many other such instances, where a pic of mine with shopping bags were commented as " baba blackship have you any wool" or the helluva fun we had during the dance party night ended with a lighter mood..As we come to the end of our four years journey together..I certainly would like to suffer those night outs before submission, the tension of getting in the list of short attendees or the innumerable effort for "jugar" of the sheets before SDD submissions to get back these four years...Well as my train journey was ending in S3 of golden temple, dated 19th of March 2007 with a black bloody lump on the left side of forehead ( I got hurt badly while changing seats..) I stood still near the door of the train..feeling the wind on my face, the touch of the ten rupees note which gave Rajan gave me as a good luck sign.. scanning the events of the last ten days of the trip and missing each moment badly,suddenly a man from the back called out " Behenji pleaseeeeee kudnaa mat" :O

I want to be there..:P

You Belong in London

A little old fashioned, and a little modern. A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock. A unique woman like you needs a city that offers everything. No wonder you and London will get along so well.

What City Do You Belong In?

So next holiday i am in london! :D

Your Love Element Is Metal

In love, you inspire and respect your partner. For you, love is all about fusing together for one incredible life experience. You attract others with wit and a bit of flash. Your flirting style is defined by making others want and value you. Greatness and optimism are the cornerstones of your love life. You may let go too easily, but you never get weighed down by your past. You connect best with: Earth Avoid: Fire You and another Metal element: will control and smother each other

What Element Is Your Love?

A love letter

Hail My Lady !!
In the service of My Lord Chayanika, i present my little gift to show my love for
Miss Mitra..... a bunch of flowers... i hope My lord has received it last night.
More are on the way. This jealous world is making it's progress slow but it won't as my love for my lord. Love will grow for you with every nano second i live in pain of distance from my inspiration.
In further report, it has been noticed that a world wide research is going on in all mathematical institutes about an unsolved puzzle that what's greater 'infinity or my love for chayanika'. My lord, what are your views on it ?
I am also glad to notify my life that as per your order, proper care has been taken of your subjects residing in lord's heart. Food and health are in best terms along with studies and work. Your subject under your rule, expect same from their lordif not higher expectations are with higher beings like you.
Towards end, i would like to emphasise that your subject eg. me miss you a lot.
Thank you my lord for your precious time and more then that your love which is my life.
In your service
Your Loyal Subject
aka 'Lost heart'


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Now tell me what should i make out of this..:)

Your Birthdate: September 30

You have the type of personality that people either love or hate. You're opinionated, dramatic, intense, and very outspoken. And some people can't get enough of you - they're totally addicted. Others, well, they wish you were a little more reserved. Your strength: Your flair Your weakness: If you think it, you say it Your power color: Scarlet red Your power symbol: Inverted triangle Your power month: March

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Tagged........

Tagging entangeled me too.....

Its a phenomenon which google had picked in the recent past. To make a selected few , feel important and develop curosity in others. As a marketing stunt, it works great. Oh well I forgot, blogger.com is also google's child. Anyways, thanx to didi and Amit for tagging me.

Rules of the game are …
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.

Sex of the target : Male.

So here comes those 8(why eight yaar?!!)thing you should have in you o my perfect lover:D :
1)One who could bring smile to my face even in my foulest mood..in short should be an expert in PJs.
2)He should be healthy and wise (see for wealth i am there na..can sponsor him peacefully ;) )
3)He should be the one whom you see with admiration and feel so proud that oh! this man is my life....Respect and love for him should come naturally
4)He should be cute like a teddy bear :)yet have the passionate enough to ignite me passionately!
5)While walking beside him you can feel the gravity of love he has for you..and yes most importantly he should be bold brave and ready for action.
6)Should love to enjoy the essence of life..namely pani puri, bhel puri and paneer laccha roll.
7)One whom you can talk with any damm topic of world..say from love to politics..from school to work..one who never ever keeps a secret from you..because you are just his better half..who completed him and vise a versa
8)Most importantly he should be an Indian...:D with some indian education in him..indian institutes is fine with me...:)

So friends foes and again friends.....let me continue this tagging thing..and
here comes the list:
1)Himanshu (Not Tagged) he has permission to refuse
2)Sudiptada
3)Amit
4)Konark
5)Kshitij
6)Abhinav sharma

TECHY!

TECHY! the word itself produces shivers down the spine...atleast for average graded students like me...Till date i couldn't define..what exactly this techy is all about? Is it the person who scores highes mark in the class or the one with the most fundo concepts..or rather the one who keeps on publishing papers from small little crazy ideas that suddenly errupts in his head...ah! technical paper reminds me..that today the result of ERUKA are out...Eureka boleh to the annual paper presentation competition of the prestigious Indian Institute Of Technology...and i was not selected..bad isn't it?Maybe just another time...:)But still date i couldn't figure out...what exactly kind of paper they want from students like us...i mean comeon we cann't be a big madam currie or einstein moulding ideas just like that...but..afterall i had designed a house in accordance to Indian climate that runs without electricity bill...the one in which the earth heats it up during the night..and the earth again cools it up during the night...sounds real fundo na ( I just had comersialised the idea of an IIM-ahmedabad proff) But still...........life always give another chance..till that time...let me enjoy few lectures pondering about what exactly "TECHIE" means....and the proffs...oh! my god...he was teaching some bending moment concept..how come he has suddenly jumped to the conjugate beam concept...wake up you silly! you are just typing a blog :)

Indian Institute Of Technology...kharagpur.

"Serving for the betterment of nation"That was the first sentence that i noticed in the main institute building walking through the road...those words were shining high in the air....wispering you each time you enter the insti building that you are lucky...that you are a part of it...an integral part..maybe just for few days to few years..but its name will get attached with you forever.This blog is not just about iit..it is about my days in the insti where i had dreamed to be a part not for 5 weeks...but for 5 years :)
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..........Will continue..latter coz right now i got to fix up my teddy bear...

The Question still remains........................

Why does the IITians get so pissed off when there accademic qualities are being encouraged?

Questions!

People say i am good in bugging others by sking all type of questions n then deducing them...into a definite pattern.So thought..why not start it here too :)