My College Days as an Alumnus of AIMIT- Aloysius Institute of Management and Technology

After my Bachelors in Computer Application and a brief stint in an IT company in Udupi, it dawned upon me that a Bachelors degree will lead me nowhere in the Job Market. So began my R ‘n’ D on the Master degree option I had. Realized very soon joining any Indian Ivy League colleges, as the IIT’s and NIT’s were good only in my dreams. As I dint have the enough determination and will power to study and crack the entrance exams. Hence began my search for a good college that wasn’t so tough to get admitted. And the best of all was St. Aloysius then affiliated to the Mangalore University and which was very soon going to be Autonomous. After completing the necessary admission formalities of writing a test and giving a face to face interview to the principal got admitted into the great institute sharing a Legacy of more than hundred years.

My first semester started on 4^th of August 2008. Saw the people with who I will be sharing the next 2 years of my college that day. Also got familiar with a few lectures and got to know the subjects handled by them. It was pretty difficult to have a first impression as it not just was my dream college but wanting to be a part of it was something I cherished from quite a long time. The classes then set in pace in the next few days and as it was autonomous institute more emphasis was given on continuous learning. Hence there were a lot of regular class tests which were conducted only after being postponed for more than a few times and weekly assignments. The universal rule of “Better Late than Never” implied at first submitting them late due to my laziness and in the final few months not submitting them at all. Lost a few marks due to this, but was nothing compared to the blissful lazy days of doing nothing. And thus ended my first year mostly which was spent devising ways on how to prepare for the class test in less than 30 minutes and yet scoring enough marks, writing technical papers and attending as many IT fests as possible to make up for the attendance shortage I had by getting grace attendance.

The campus moved to a nearby village called Beeri on the outskirts of Mangalore. This campus which was supposed to be of international repute was under construction when we first went there. Still recall the first day to the new campus and all the heavy activity around us the din created by the construction workers was nearly unbearable. And yet again got set to the regular routine of college life in an altogether new campus.

The most memorable moments spent in my college life would be the regular fights for the 2 extra piece of chicken in a plate of chicken chilly with 6 pieces shared among four of us. The quality of it was totally pathetic yet there was a hunger which was never satisfied. Getting an extra share would make each of us feel like a King or Queen with respect to my lunch mates and best buddies in college. Also the time spent around goofing in the campus with the gang was something that no money or wealth can get back. As many say College Life is the golden period even though I did enjoy it to the hilt, yet feel why the hilt wasn’t a little higher, so I would have had more fun than what I really did have.

The quality of education, the assistance and guidance which we got from our lectures was something that really helped most. The lectures professionalism in the class and the attitude outside the class is as a good friend something which I experienced for the very first time in total 17 years of my educational life. Truly the institute overall is a cut above the rest and the feeling of being an alumnus of such a institute makes me real proud. Even though many of my college mates totally disagree on this, being a die hard cynic is something that’s good for them as its not one of my quality I can never see the other side which a lot of other cynical and pessimists do. As I truly had the best days of my life in AIMIT and I really miss my college day.

The Cook in Me

The early ambition in my life was to be a Chef. But education ruined me and I am a Software Engineer. Yet the kitchen never stops attracting me, and occasionally come up with some or the other recipe. Mix and match Chinese with Indian or Continental with some garam masala and fix up something new to simulate my taste buds. A few stuff I cooked last weekend in my room where I do lack a stove and other accessories this is the best I could do to keep my taste buds stimulated and stomach full.

Bhel Sandwich:

Came up with this as I had a few slices of bread, cheese, loads of kurkure and lays in every flavor of it.

Ingredients to make one Sandwich:

• 1 cup Lays, 1 cup Kurkure (I used a little from each of the flavors available), crush it.
• Chopped and Diced Onions (1), Tomato(1), Coriander (5 Tender Stems), Green Chili (Small)
• Lemon Juice (8-10  drops), Salt
• Bread lightly toasted
• Cheese Spread

How to Fix the Sandwich:

• Mix the chopped veggies, lemon juice, salt
• Cheese one side of the bread
• Spread the vegetables on it.
• Keep another slice of toasted bread which is cheesed
• Speared the mixture of lays and kurkure on the upper side and cover it with another slice of cheesed bread.

And you are done with your sandwich; all you need is a good book or a movie to go along with it.

Will come up with some more recipes soon. Keep Looking Out for Them.

Technology Is Bad... Is It Really?

Every day we get to read of a new research findings on how usage of cell phones, computers and other gadgets leads to some or the other medical ailments. Not just this a lot of authors have found out that writing articles criticizing about technology as a best chance to get published. But how many of you dint buy a mobile as it may cause cancer in your brain or reduce your sperm count or stopped using a computer as it may lead you to having carpal tunnel syndrome. Even with my limited biological knowledge what I know and believe is that we are a species which rapidly evolve. As put by a great mind “Survival of the Fittest”. There were many a species which couldn’t evolve and have long been lost in dust. And many of the species which by their sheer determination to survive have been evolving according to the needs of the time.

I have been using a cell phone from the last 5+ years. And feel no effect of the same. My brain power has in fact increased as it gets continuous and more exercise by thinking of reasons for missing call by someone special and everyone not so special. The only place that effected is my wallet that is due to the non quenching need for the top up by my service provider.

In short any advancement we make has certain limitations. Always considering the negative side of any development is the sign of a pessimist. A researcher must have a positive attitude towards life and his research. All the time spent in researching the side-effects of technology if was spent on something more creative and beneficiary, it would have benefited the whole mankind. All these genius never thought was how many people are really bothered of their reduced sperm count using a mobile and thus don’t buy one.

My Best Friend "El"

Know “EL” from the last 10 years. Know her well but yet don’t know her well enough to say I know her just perfect. Met this wild person in a camp, during my high school days. And then began the journey of never ending long telephonic conversation and looking forward to meet in the next camp. The friendship started in my school days continued to my college days and just is going to continue for the next infinite years. We both meeting would be rare and hardly once a year. In fact the first movie we ever saw together was “Love Aaj Kal”. That’s what happens when you happen to befriend a Busy VIP. Despite of not meeting or talking or spending much time together the bond was strong enough to keep the friendship going on forever. Had a fair share of fights and some real amazing moments. Fights I can’t recall as I am not supposed to. The amazing moments… I put the entire blame on ma forgetful memory…

Can never forget the campfire nights. But yet the best campfire I had you hadn’t attended the camp and you happened to miss it… and me miss you. Now when you 10000kms away in another continent. The chats we have daily, the ISD calls (90% of them which you do… I am a poor guy unable to afford much money to top up) have taken the relationship to a whole new level. Despite of this miss you more than the time you were here and we used to speak once in a while. Waiting for the time you will be coming back home, mainly for the gifts from abroad (you better not come empty handed, i guess you know the list of what i want). Best of luck dear. You were and will always be the Best, Beautiful and Gorgeous friend I ever had.

A Fictional Series on Terrorism in India.

Reading books for me is like a thirst which can never be quenched. The more I read, the more I want to read. And in this quest of quenching my thirst came across a set of books written by Mukul Deva. The books are titled “Lashkar”, “Salim Must Die” and “Blowback”.

·         Lashkar: The book that starts it all. It introduces us to the basic premise of the enmity between India and our beloved Pakistan. Starts off with the Sarojini Market, Delhi bomb blast and the story weaves itself. Shows how a innocent and gullible youth is recruited by a terrorist organization. And ends with the Indian government’s secret force “Force-22” taking on the terrorists charged with the bomb blast. The author’s military career helps him give a detailed description of how the defense forces work and the technology they use. A very good fast paced read.

·         Salim Must Die: Salim is the ISI head who plotted the bomb attacks as read in Lashkar. Who had faked his death. But comes back to avenge his failure in book one. Again “Force 22” kicks in and takes him down. This time for real. The author gives an in-depth picture of how various terrorist organizations came in being, how they are funded and how they carry out their activities.

·         Blowback: after falling prey for the nefarious activities by the neighboring state it’s finally time for the Indians to give it back to them, in their own way. A very fast paced action thriller. Revenge always is sweeter. And this book deals with the best revenge.

If you are a fan of Tom Clancy novels. This set of books are defiantly going to keep u entertained, so much that you won’t be able to put the book down till you are done with it.

What I Learnt from One of My Past Relationship…

They first time when i fell in love, i happened to realize there are no conditions in love. Well, everybody believes it till you are nowhere near it! That person is OK if you smoke n booze, flirt around... After all, she says real love is “Accepting You with Your Habits!”  In fact, there are times when she becomes your "Partner in Crime & Habits!" And you think, "Wow! This is called ATTITUDE! Why aren’t people like her?"  And you keep falling for that person... And then one fine day you realize why all your mistakes were overlooked, why weren’t you corrected, why were you encouraged. And you realize if you was perfect, you would have given no reason for being ditched. By the time you realize it, you will be ditched and you realize fact “That It’s Awfully Simple To Fall In Love But Simply Awful To Fall Out!”  And by the time you realize it, it’s too late... For everything! After all these years, I have come to a conclusion that only parents can have un-conditional love for their children. No other relationship has un-conditional love. Except... Well... Calvin & Hobbes!

Sunsreen Song.. A Beautiful Inspirational Song

Don’t know how many of you have heard this one… but I just love it… the message it gives is real simple and follow able to the core.. Check out the lyrics…

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Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.

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Its Composed and Sung By Mark Anthony "Baz" Luhrmann
 
You tube Link for the same is…. Dabbao Isko..

Bengaluru - The Garden City

Don’t know if stinking and rotten garbage and waste roadside make it eligible as the garden city.

A few more things I hate about this place.

Buses:  the common transport found here are run by the state government organization named Bangalore Metropolitan Transport Corp, a sister concern of KSRTC. I have to travel daily for a distance of 5kms, used to travel the same distance in Mangalore from lady hill to jyothi. And the journey in Mangalore was bliss even if the buses were overcrowded with almost no place to put your leg when compared to travelling in BMTC buses in Bangalore. Not just the aisle is totally unfriendly to standing crowd the people in the bus are total selfish and disgusting. Moreover I will be pushed to the extreme rear of the bus even when I have to get down 2 stops from the place I board the bus. By the time I reach the end navigating the crowd it will be time for me to get down.

Food: I never had eaten Sambhar or any curries made without coconut. And coming to Bangalore realized that coconut is something the people up here are remotely familiar with. The only place coconut is used in making a sweet burfi using the same. Overall I hate the food I eat here just the way I hate this city. Secondly the lack of well cooked and well cleaned fish is one more of ma woes in Bangalore. Moreover the high possibility of getting Dysentery every time you eat the road side food just makes it out of my mouth; don’t want to fall sick in this God Forbidden City. (I did have food poisoning once, and all I had eaten was shwarma from the stall right opposite to KSRTC bus stop in Bejai, Mangalore)

People: Bangalore has different categories of people in it. Have never come across the elite’s or much of the white collard working class in Bangalore. All the people I know are the migrant workers who come here in search of jobs from the various parts of the country. Have to be amidst them daily in the bus for around 30min (Yes.. it takes me 30mins to traverse a distance of 5kms in the top speed 20kms BMTC buses). During such indirect sessions of mingling with these people realized that not just they don’t have any humility or sense of responsibility towards others they assume they own Bangalore.

Hang Outs: the only hang outs available in Bangalore are the numerous Malls, Pubs and Gardens. And each of them has their own set of negatives.

·         Malls: Expensive and noting fun about being in there. These are closed spaces with central AC’s or lack of them. An average weekend in a Mall with a friend cost me around 600 not just it was least appealing to my taste buds it dint fill both of our stomach’s.

·         Pubs: Hate to go out alone, miss my desi buddies from Kundapur. Moreover boozing in pubs is just not in my standard after all I graduated boozing in roadside Wine Shops or downtown cheap Bar & Restaurants, the thrill of boozing in such places is totally different when compared to a pub. And I am not a person who will have a bottle of beer paying the price of two or three bottles of the same. Who cares for the ambience or music after three bottles of liquor?

·         Gardens: never really was a huge fan of nature or manmade nature as in gardens. Moreover all the good gardens are full of love birds, walking in any of those with a female friend is not just embarrassing it defiantly will have a negative impression on my current Relationship Status.

The only things that make me stick to this hell are:

Ø  The pleasant and cool work environment in the organization I am working. Not planning to quit the same for quite some time in the very distant future. Hope the big people out here open up an office in Mangalore and I can go back to my hometown and work for the same organization from there.

Ø  The huge availability of book stores in malls where I can satisfy my thirst for reading book. As I can find the very best of the book and even read a few pages before I zero down on buying the same.