The Phoenix Rises.....

August 2006
There was a whole lot of stuff going around regarding 'Ragging' in I.I.T. Kharagpur. The result..... 'Phoenix Productions' was conceived and created in I.I.T. Kharagpur, by few individuals..... 2 to be exact... to express themselves but ... in a humorous way.
The debut production .... widely appreciated "Tedhi Baat".


Late August 2006
The hue-n-cry regarding Reservation in IIMs and IITs was at its peak. The director of IIT Kharagpur took a stand.... and the Phoenix showed up again.... this time... even more successful and applauded..... "Tedhi Baat Dwiteeya" .... the sequel to "Tedhi Baat".


December 2006-January 2007
Placements in IIT Kharagpur. A lot happened. Ecstacy.... Dream Job... Heart-breaks... Compromise... everything. The Phoenix felt its need to show up again. The idea was conceived... the blueprint was ready. But due to avoidable and unavoidable circumstances... it could not show up.

27th April 2006
End semester exams going on in IIT Kgp. The Phoenix could not wait for them to end. The result.... their last production in IIT Kgp..... "dis-Placement".
Here's the current eye-candy of IIT Kgp: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3950103420970617511&hl=en

Some initial responses:
"Awesome is an understatement for this video"
"GODLY"
"U guys rock"
"The best ever video made in IIT Kgp"
"Sach mein sento ho gaye the yaar"

If you have sometime to spare.. do watch out last production and express your view either here and/or in our orkut community: Phoenix Productions

I express my heartiest thanks to all those who appreciated our work. We love you all.
c ya

Pal

Waqt badalne k liye,
Ek lamha hi kaafi hai.
Aaj barson beet gaye,
Aur intezaar baaki hai.

Hazaaron lamhe kho gaye,
Aas mein us pal ke.
Hum khaak chhaante reh gaye,
Uljhe se, paagal se.

Shayad wo pal kahin chhup gaya,
Shayad chupke se chala gaya.
Shayad ek poora arsaa,
Us pal ke dwaara chhala gaya.

Ek ujli si kiran,
Ya wo anjaana kal ho.
Intezaar hi jeevan hai,
Shayad maut hi wo pal ho.

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I have my Final end-sems from tomorrow and I am in no mood to study. Kisi tarah paar ho jaaye yaar.... aur nahin saha jaata.
Jai Ho !!!!

Memories

Today the last class of my undergraduate career got over at 10:30 IST. I had decided to write my last post in class today. The post was supposed to be about the activites going on in the class... as in 'Live Telecast' but... as I woke up this morning... I decided to BUNK the class. So...... no class... no 'live telecast' :P
As a result... I am posting one of my earlier 'class-work' , written a few days earlier. Each stanza in this poem represents a certain stage of my life @ IIT Kgp, starting from the moment when I knew I got through IITJEE.


Safal hone ki wo umang,
Maa k chehre pe wo khushi,
Papa ki awaaz mein wo santosh,
Ab to sirf yaadein hi baaki hain.

Sapno ki duniya mein wo pehla kadam,
Ajnabi hawa mein wo pehli saans,
Akelepan ka wo pehla ehsaas,
Aaj sirf yaadein hi baaki hain.

Galti se galti karne ka wo darr,
Those days of living in terror,
While making friends forever,
Only the memory remains.

That pride of being in control,
Giving it all your heart and soul,
Those brave efforts only to lose it all,
The memory lives, so does the spirit.

It's time to set out,
It's time to show.
It's my turn to leave,
With the memories to follow.

I wish

The ocean was black,
As it looked in moonlight,
The waves making noise,
While putting up a fight.

It were the only sound,
That I would hear,
Apart from the infinite lull,
That I had to bear.

Everything seems normal,
Everything seems fine,
But the void inside remains,
Growing with time.

I wish I could float,
I wish I could fly,
Across the vast ocean,
And into the sky.

Where everything would merge,
And no void remain,
So I won't feel the pinch,
And get rid of the pain.

20 ways to Time-pass in a boring lecture.

1. Chew nails. The time passed is directly proportional to the total surface area of your nails, relative strength of your teeth and your affinity for chewing nails.
2. Watch the fan moving and try to calculate its rpm (rotations per minute). The time passed is directly proportional to observation power and the accuracy of final prediction. (Won't work in winter)
3. Try to guess the native place of the professor by analysing his accent. Knowledge of his/her name would be helpful.
4. Nick-name each student's hair style.
5. Concentrate on the fuse light of the switchboard.
6. Activate 'paper messaging service'. The time passed is directly proportional to individual calibre.
7. Delete redundant pictures from you mobile. (applicable to whom it may concern)
8. Play 'snake' and 'nature park'.
9. Overhear the conversation of the guys behind you and guess their current mental and social status.
10. Write notes. Applicable only to the lone sample of a unique species, known on this Earth as AS ( Department Rank 1 hone ke side effects. BTW I am also AS but not DR 1)
11. Plan out your next trip and/or gifts for friends.
12. Engage yourself in Watch-gazing.
13. Yawn
14. Day-dream. The time passed is directly proportional to the beautiful memories.
15. Sleep. Again it depends on individual calibre.
    
16. Plan put what to wear on Final Day Exams. ( applicable only to IIT Kgpians as they wear fancy dress on that day)
17. Learn to write Bangla as the girl in front practises Bangla Calligraphy in tha back of her copy.
18. Study the 'manuscripts' engraved on the wooden desk. Some samples : "F**K Ya", "MUNNA BHAI RI3", "SEXY", "WH**E", "AAJ BHI PAKA RAHA HAI", "THOKA", "GPL",.....
19. Add some more.
20. Write posts. (applicable only to bloggers)
    

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As I was savoring the 'Bronze' and the 'Best Direction' in my last Hindi Dramatics in India, my cousin met with an accident and after fighting Death for 3 days.... he left. After 38 years on this earth..... after 5 years of married life.... he left all of us. As I write this, he is up there..... watching me and all others trying to come to terms, trying to believe that he is no more, trying to put the shattered pieces of our lives together, trying to live without him. Every breath that I take ... reminds me of his absence.
I don't know how it happened. I don't know why it happened. I don't know why, of the four persons involved in the accident, only he had to die. I don't know why he left us when Bhabhi is pregnant and my nephew is only 2 years old. I don't know what to say if he asks for his father. I don't know how Bhabhi is controlling herself. I don't know whose fault was it. Perhaps no one's. Perhaps we happened to be at the receiving end of fate. Perhaps Death got Bhaiya's name in its random game. Perhaps this is a nightmare and we all will wake up one fine morning. Or perhaps we'll never. I don't know.
I may not have felt his presence but I am definitely feeling his absence. As I was seeing the flames covering his body , I could feel his soul rising up to the heavens alongwith the smoke. One day each of us will end up similarly. That's life. They say... We have to move on. Yes...... we will move on. We will continue to live. Everything may be close to normal except for Bhabhi. Life won't be the same for her anymore. Never ever.

Jiyo , Muskurao ,
Khush raho kyuki tum zinda ho.
Gham ki wajah kya dhoondhte ho,
Yahan Maut bas ek pal dooor hai.