My feelings while invigilating....

I understand this is a difficult topic... However, while invigilating, i had a strange feeling... the urge not to copy from others or not to do any malpractice at the exam center should come from within the student community... the student community must understand that the exam is not the end of life, but the attitude they show during exam will be their lifelong assets... one may get good marks in the exam by foul means, he may prosper in his future life as well by corrupt means... but this is possible only in the corrupt environment of India... he will never be accepted by the global engineering workforce...

in this context i would like to mention that i was utterly shocked when i heard the news that few judges have been expelled from the exam because of malpractice during exam... what else can we expect from the student community when the judges are setting this example? it is as if everyone is competing to win the race... nobody is happy by participating in the exam that is called life...

i would like to end this write up with my favorite quotation...

"To win is no more than this...
To rise each time you fall..."

Owning an address

Whenever I used to receive a request from any office or any government agency to submit my communication address, I used to wonder “Will I be here next month?” The answer was uncertain... So far my permanent address in a city was probably the email address... however the situation is changed now... I have got a permanent physical address of my own in Kolkata... its really very very assuring... as I see the final paint or the interior decoration is coming to an end, it gives a pleasure unexplainable in words...as I watch my wife actively taking part in the discussion with the carpenter or the painter about several issues, when I see her dancing in ecstasy in front of the newly built cupboard, I feel that every woman in this world should get a home of her own... I think for a woman it really does not matter if the home is a mansion or a hut, what matters the most for her is whether that home is her own or not... it reminds me of an old Bengali song in which the poet is asking the cuckoo how it feels not having a nest of her own...

the best part of my new home is that it reminds me of my own childhood days... its not in a very posh locality... in fact the people around are those type of people who constitute most of the Indian population... however, they are friendly unlike a very cosmopolitan culture... and when they start chanting together “Bhole baba... paar karega...”...whenever I visit the small roadside temple of God Sani...or when i hear the sound of conch in the evening... its just my childhood days revisited...

Now I understand what is meant by

“Dekhi nay sudhu du chokh meliya...

Ghar hote aaji duy paa feliya...

Ekti ghasher shisher upor ekti shishir bindu...”

When the pattering sound of raindrops falling on the leaves of the coconut tree enters my ears, when i smell the fragrance of the raindrops falling on the parched soil, when I look through the windows of my kitchen at the far away outside advertisement hoarding through the raindrops, when the wet breeze with cold rain water drenches me and the window curtains... I feel like I am on cloud 9. one does not need a mansion to feel this, however one has to have his own hut for this feeling... and i thank God for whatever he has given to me...

Life from a different perspective

"Sir, I have started at 5 o'clock in the morning. cycled almost two hours with the stock of guava to come to this market place, and will cycle another two hours to my home at the end of the day..." this is how the wretched-looking guava vendor started the conversation... and suddenly i felt how privileged i am... of course i have my own set of problems, but not like the guava vendor who starts his day as early as 4 o'clock for a paltry sum... and moreover guava is a seasonal fruit... so he becomes a mason when the guava season is over...

as i watch my dad sweating in the small low-asbestos-roof shop at around 46-47 degree Celsius of Purulia summer, i feel so much privileged... i feel the power of education which has given me a much smoother lifestyle than my dad's... when i see people are looking at my technical blog from around the globe, i feel so much privileged that i have got a laptop fixed with a broadband connection... when i write software codes at a cozy corner and use my touchscreen mobile phone, i feel myself so much privileged because it reminds me my dad's nervousness with new technologies...

The statement "When you are down... look downwards..." has a great meaning for me... when i think of our Habsi of the small village Gangara near Purulia i feel so good... Habsi was once a daily porter and a farmer of our paddy fields... and now his children are graduates, well established in the village... thats the power of education...

i am interested in spreading the technical education among the not-so-well-to-do bright students... probably my future association with an academic institution will help me in achieving this goal... i wholeheartedly want to do that because i don't want people to suffer the ignominy like me because they don't know...

The life that is called Kolkata...

It was a smoggy winter morning... The feeble sunshine was trying to warm my bedroom...The chirps of the morning birds started entering into my ears... From under the quilt I searched for the mobile phone and switched on one of the Bengali FM radio channels...The Kolkata special winter morning just started...

At around half past 6 o'clock, when the morning mist was just fading away, we sat down with cups of hot tea...We started playing the Gayatri Mantra...We looked out of the window... The momentum of the nearby roadside market was just getting started...The chit-chat of the school going children were gradually becoming audible...

We got ready to visit the roadside vegetable market...We took a drab carry bag that is popularly called the “Bazarer Thole” in Bengali...

Once we reached the vegetable market, it was a total pandemonium...The shop owners were furiously trying to draw the attention of the customers with their loud, not-so-soothing voice...However, its a very common scene at any market place of Kolkata...And I think it shows the energy level of a thriving market place...If one becomes timid, it would be difficult for him to do the marketing at these market places...

While returning from the Bazar, we picked up few newspapers from a roadside vendor... Here I would like to share one aspect of this city... Here reading newspapers and getting involved in the discussions about almost all of the news at the roadside adda is considered one of the most favourite pass-times... Although people of Calcutta are changing and getting accustomed to the mad office time rushes, but the very basic nature of adda of Kolkatabasi is one of the finest attractions for aam-aadmi as well as intellectuals...I have travelled to Delhi, Bangalore and Hyderabad...Its difficult to get newspaper from roadside stalls at these places...But the roadside adda with a cup of tea and a news paper is something unique for Kolkata...

People of Kolkata are a bit laid-back...They don't race against time...A good afternoon nap is not quite uncommon for the people of Kolkata...However, Kolakatabasi are changing and adapting to the new “time is money” culture...

Let me end this discussion with the views of a guy who is seeing the changing face of Kolkata after a long time...With the mad rushes of Digital and Mobile technologies, with our blind one-sided view towards the definition of development, with the high adrenaline of the market economy, with the sprawling hi-tech shopping malls, with the centrally air-conditioned call-centers and BPO offices, with college street loosing its significance in the wake of digital library, with the adda at the old kolkata coffee house giving its way to the discussion over a cup of coffee at the brand-conscious modern air-conditioned coffee shop, will Kolkata leave behind its old-styled definition as the cultural hub of the country...Only time can answer....

Freedom...

Just few minutes back I was thinking of the true meaning of Freedom. What it means when we say a free nation, a free guy, a freeway... does it mean that everyone is free to do whatever he wants to... No!!! Freedom, of course does not mean that... Freedom does not give the permission to do harm to others... but at the same time to do good for mankind one has to be freed from all sorts of shackles... a man can stand up on his own feet only when he breaks free... now there are two types of freedom – one may be freedom at a group or a community level and the other is at an individual level... when I say freedom in a community level, it means there has to be some laws and restrictions at the community level, but laws must be made for the mankind and not the vice versa... And when I say freedom at an individual level, it means one has to vow “Don't do evil”....

Freedom, to me, essentially means freedom to dream, freedom to walk, freedom to work, freedom to speak and freedom to love mankind....

The Mini Bharat - experience the Little India inside a train...

"Chai garam..." the two words entered my ears... 

suddenly all the co-passengers became alert... 

it was a cold winter morning... and I was traveling by a short-distance train on the way to my hometown... 

having studied in Kolkata, the train between Kolkata and Purulia became almost like my second home...and every time I travelled by these trains, it gave me a sense of joy and belonging...while sipping the hot tea in the clay cup, I felt like going back in the time machine... 

I have not travelled a lot... 

maybe my point of view is incorrect...

however I must say to know the actual Bharat, one has to travel by local trains and short-distance trains in Bharat...It portrays the true picture of Bharat...starting from the Chaiwalas (the tea vendors) and the Jhalmuriwalas to the Cobblers and the Baul artists (in Bengal) - all of them are a part of this picture ...

The cucumber vendors, the hawkers, the magazine vendors, the students, and the daily office-goers are an integral part of this little Bharat... 

I have travelled by train in Singapore, Japan, and the USA... 

Everywhere it gave me a different feeling and I wondered about the smooth ride and the perfect timings... 

however, the journey on a local train in Bharat is altogether different... 

it's not because of a smooth ride... 

it's because of the people who ride the train...

it's not plastic... it's very lively...of course, one has to open up his mind to enjoy this journey...

one may bump into a long-lost friend and shout 

"Bondhu ki khabor bol... kotodin dakha hoyni..." 

the compartments may lack air-conditioned facilities and the compartment windows may not be soundproof... but one has to look outside the window to feel the gusty air and the lush green...

that's the true Bharat, indeed...

So.... here I am... enjoy the song...

The Romance that is called Load shedding

The Moonlit Evening...

It was around 8'o clock of a starry evening in the spring...the Bangalore evening gradually started getting warmer...the moon on top of my head was in full shine...however, it looked dull in the blazing halogen streetlights...suddenly there was a total blackout...it was a normal load shedding...i came out of my apartment and looked above...suddenly I realized the moon looked even brighter...I realized that there is a romance hidden in every load shedding...my wife called me inside and lit a candle... and the atmosphere suddenly became ideal for romance ... 

looking at the full moon evening through the eucalyptus trees outside my apartment window, I thought had there been no load shedding we would not have realized the romance of a full moon evening... Power cuts or black outs or load shedding as it is commonly known in India is quite a common phenomenon in Indian cities, towns, and villages...Even in the late 70s and early 80s, one designer style of shirts and trousers came to win the Indian youths which used to be called load shedding shirts and trousers... 

However, my experience with load shedding in my first major job interview was not soothing...I was grilled for about half an hour about the cause, effect, and remedy of load shedding in that interview - from a technical point of view, of course... had I been in my present state of mind, I would probably have asked that interviewer if he knew the "Romance" behind the "load shedding"...