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Well, it has been really long time since my last blog; I know it more than anyone. Trying to say that I was pretty busy with life or I had lost touch/interest in writing would be a lie, in fact a flat lie. As they say, “There is nothing called being busy, it is all about preferences.” But yeah, we do things which we don’t intend to do sometimes. May be being neglecting those tendencies may be being emotional may be being drawn into some positions in which we don’t have any other options or may be anything that is valid. But sadly it was not any of them. I am ashamed to say I really don’t know why I didn’t write, not that anyone is asking me write ‘interesting’ things. At some point in 8th semester I had decided to stop writing as rigorously as I used to do that time, true, but that does not mean I should have STOPPED writing. Anyway I am back to writing.

So much of water had flowed in sharAvati(being poetic :P) since the last blog, I have changed a lot, I am no more an engineering student, I can no more stay with my friends and have a friendly chat all the day irrespective of the place I am at, I can no more sleep in the afternoons just like that, I cannot even see the chicks(my company does not have a single female prANi in it) , I can no longer need to be scared about being caught with the mobile phone in college, I can no longer be wake up at 7.50 and run to college at 8.10. Damn it, there have been way too many changes. And I wanted to crib about it, but apparently I did not. But on the brighter side there are good things too, now I don’t have to wear ID card COMPULSORILY, I can spend money with that happiness that this is my EARNED money, I don’t have to STUDY eight subjects, but can rather LEARN one subject properly, I don’t have to do a project for the sake of marks anymore,  I don’t have to walk on the same roads with some memories torturing time and again, and more than anything I am EARNING, and I don’t have to die in the uncertainty of interviews and presentations. But well, everything comes at a cost, and I have already paid for it.

So now future appears somewhere, maybe it is too early to think too far. May be it is already written, maybe I will be able to change something already written, may be something totally different which I never thought I will be. After all who knows the future exactly?

Indian Cricket, past. present! future?

Well, this is my second post about the game of cricket, so called religion of India. Before I start, let us just go one year back in time, it was around the same time in 2011 when India conquered world, everyone was over the cloud nine, with players enjoying all the attention, BCCI planning how to more commercialize it, Broadcasters thinking of more matches in their way, audience just soaking in the moment! What else this poor Indian cricket fan wanted, his team was no. 1 in tests, has won ODI world cup, and IPL was around the corner for the entertainment factor.

What happened just after IPL was just unimaginable, India went to England, and people thought India will win the series if not blanking England. Reality, England blanked India to 4-0 whitewash. Except Dravid everyone forgot that they know how to bat, and bowling seemed terribly horrible. The pitches which appeared so batsman friendly when we were bowling appeared graveyards of batting when our batters came into bat, except for some Dravid. The world champions in ODIs, world no. 1 in tests could not win a single game in whole series, what a pity.

Well, after that we hosted West Indies and we duly won against them and all seemed to have forgotten. But definitely that was not all, much bigger shame was awaiting India in Australia. Indians had no clue of how to all out kangaroos who were bundled out for paltry 50 odd two months back, nor did we have clue which ball will swing or not. Yes, we were blanked again. Siddle, Hilfenhaus who were merely controlling bowlers appeared lethal. Clarke, Ponting started batting as if he is playing against some school team. Even out of form Shaun Marsh, Haddin appeared better than Indian greats. Super cool captain’s tactics (if there were any!?!) started backfiring spectacularly. India was simply outclassed in all departments of the game.

In CB series, Sri Lanka definitely played better than already home driven India. Except for that Hobart game, India had no clue that they were world champions in this format. Again we were defeated, but not completely. That is the whole point of satisfaction. 😀 We also managed to win a t20 game against Australia, which made Australian summer better than English summer. Yes, we had a chance to reach final, but after playing so well, Sri Lanka had the right to reach the final. And now, in so called home conditions we fail to reach the final of 4-team asia cup.

The big obvious question why and how did this sudden fall happen? No one knows the reason. And those who should have found the answer are not bothered. First and Foremost reason I find is too many matches. When I was in school cricketers used to be free enough to play ranji games. Now, some of them are not free to play ODIs or tests, depending on the interest. BCCI in the process of capitalizing the income out of the religionnd
Solutions for this, well we need to shift our focus to tests (which is very original form of cricket) showing some finger to all those who say its boring and time waste. Well, when was the last time India produced a world class test specialist? I don’t remember anyone recently. Second prepare the wickets which assist to spinners in India, but be prepared for green mats overseas. We can have a sporting wicket somewhere in Dharmashala easily, where so called drying up sun is not so hot. And before every England/NZ/SA/OZ tour we should have a compulsory camp in  of cricket is killing the goose of golden egg. Secondly complacency to some extent,  India once won the world cup was not the same team it was before, players didn’t have an idea for what they are playing for, they started thinking they have achieved everything in life forgetting the fact that it is most difficult to sustain something then to attain it. Third, injuries and mismanagement of bench, well, we all doubt the credibility of Dhoni’s idea to play Jadeja irrespective of how waste he is becoming. Manoj Tiwary could not play a single game after the match in which he scored a fighting century. And about injuries, oops half the team was in hospital when the other half of the team was in the ground. Fourth, people taking their places in the team for granted and not bothering to adapt to the world they are playing. Best example, Sehwag, a guy who looked ugliest in this season except for one magical innings. And on top of all this, we had a spat between captain and vice captain in the dressing room, God knows where we are heading to. Last but definitely not the least comes the IPL factor. Well in my view, personally I feel IPL has done more damages than anything to Indian cricket.

there. And one more thing, reform our domestic cricket where at present people end up playing some n number of inconsequential matches. Have some 12 team’s tournament, one each for tests and ODIs and make IPL as selection criteria only for picking up Indian t20 team. And, you BCCI, please stop over commercializing the cricket, for heaven’s sake.

With nobody thinking on the lines to which matter, and which can improve current state of Indian cricket, there is nothing much we can do, other than praying god to listen to it.

Twitter

Well, this is about the Social Networking site which makes all the noise around me, for both the good and bad reasons. So much so that few of us have thought of quitting it and have almost done that, but the attraction towards that is so strong that we break our own self restrictions and come back to it, tweeting all the way. It has been a bond, it is a attraction, it is a way of self expression, it is the medium of proving your point.

 

For me all this started two years back. That was fourth semester, @rahulselvam was talking about the twitter in the class (of course when the class was going on).It was something which I felt is interesting unlike other social networking sites I had joined at that time. It was not mere time waste, it was not about some random photos we take in some hill stations, and it was not about some stupid apps from which I tried to escape all my life, it was not about one time built profile telling everything a person. It was so different, every photo getting uploaded here had a meaning, there were no apps to irritate you no end and the tweets will tell more than what we can tell about ourselves at a stretch. It was about telling world about you, it was about urge to express yourself, it was about the willingness to argue about any matter, totally  it was about us, ourselves.

 

Well, I joined twitter and got very active in say three months time, many of my classmates had joined twitter by that time. And we realized we could actually tweet and see others tweets without actually coming online, thanks to http://www.smstweet.in . And it was just amazing to tweet about anything and everything in our life, at least for me. the advantage of twitter lies in the fact that only those who want to see your life will see it, that is where the advantage of lists will come. I could make a private list,  without letting others to know about the existence of it, and add only those people whose updates I want to see. So much so that at one point I started using it as mass messaging tool, like “hello, how are you”, “what’s up” as the tweets in the holidays when I was hell bored out. All was well till this time. Then people started using twitter (even myself included) as the ultimate tool to URS(as in Kannnada word, translates to something like provoking/irritating) people. It became so damn effective way of ursing that there arose a group of twitter victims who continued to be irritatedly tortured by some morons. But that is pretty common between friends right, so all is well with that. In between all this even I had thought of quitting twitter for a bad experience with it, but well couldn’t keep away from twitter for more than two weeks and duly came back on 14th day.

 

In between this I had joined a company for internships, and what better my first project in the corporate was to design something related to such an amazing website which had thrilled me no end in past 18months.(I cant elaborate on my project as I don want my blog to be centre of next big conspiracy). And I was just wondering how much is co–incidence. And between all this I lost my freedom to tweet whatever I wanted, especially it was about the company in which I am working or about the people there, just for the simple reason that my twitter handle was used to test everything and whatever I had tweeted used to appear right in front of my tech guide in every instant. And thus I had to restrict myself from tweeting without having an option.

 

Well, at the end of day I have gained few friends, lost few. But at the end of day I have expressed myself!

Chikkamagalur Trip

A new attempt for a blog post, first time putting my photos in to my blog. All photos taken in recent Chikkamagalur-Belur-Halebidu trip.

near Ayyanakere, a big time big Kere.

Even a Routine Sunset was so beautiful.

Hiremagaluru KodaMdaraama swamy temple, where God is worshipped in Kannada, even an almost athiest can become thrilled.

A view from Mullayanagiri, Karnataka’s highest peak.

Beluru chennakeshava temple, the place where the sculptors still talk in their work.

So called Belura shilabalike, they match all the hype given  to them.

The Official symbol of Hoysalas (the sculpture of Sala killing the lion), the dynasty which built all these beautiful temples.

Halebidu, one more unparalleled beauty, these places makes me proud of being kannadiga,again!

And last one,No words please.

Being good- Pick pocketing-Bribe-My reply

Well, this incident happened one week back. Still haunting me as well as making me laugh (not smile).

As few of my friends were asking for treat for a number of reasons(reason varies from getting into a service company which I desperately wanted to avoid in the beginning to having born, i.e., for birthday, leave them they are out of context of this post), I decided I would not get ragged by them anymore and agreed to treat them on THE free day(needless to say for final year students in PESIT, Sunday will be THE free day), and went to Jalahalli cross to meet a friend. The meet went well and I coming back to Malleshwara to my sister’s home. As I got bus in first stop itself, I got a seat in it(don’t undermine my achievements, you don’t get seat in BMTC bus everyday). In next stop a guy gets in the bus, without seeing the vacant seat next to me, he goes into backside of the bus. Subbu thinks he can be good to this guy and calls him, saying “ivare, illi seat khali ide nODi(here is a seat vacant, sir)”. Well that guy seemed to be delighted, and gives a broad smile which I thought was sign of being grateful (again, you don’t get to see your co-passenger giving a smile to you, even if he is a guy) and I smile back. After some time I notice that his co-passenger’s hand is near my thigh and I am like “Yuck! What this guy up to?” and give a stare like “Dude, I am not THAT kind of guy, excuse me.” and I thought that guy understood it, and took his hand back saying “enilla(nothing)”. Okay after two stops that guy gets down and I forget the incident.

When I reach Maleshwara and meet one of my friend there, we think of going somewhere out before dinner! As I had bag in my laptop I decided to keep it in his home and go empty handed for a walk. And so, I open my bag for my wallet. And SURPRISE!!! The wallet which was there when I took ticket was not there anymore! Well, that moment I didn’t feel anything but shock. But later realized it is more of a loss than shock as most of my documents were there in that. My PAN card, Voter ID card, and mainly my ATM card, not to mention 400 odd bucks I had in it. Did I panic? To certain extent I went blank, just like I went blank in antenna test, I didn’t know what to do. That friend consoled to me certain extent and told me to lodge complaint tomorrow and block the ATM card. (but in that moment I didn’t realize that people can just swipe it and buy the good worth my cash in any shop without the help of my PIN number(to all geeks out there, something has to be done regarding this, I don’t know why everyone has left this swiping and shopping so insecure)). Well I agree for that and sarcastically joke that “I don’t have money to give them bribe too is they ask some”. Then decided to stop thinking about this and go to sleep, but I felt so much of an idiot to make that guy sit next to me and allow him to steal my wallet by as usual dozing off in bus journey(I am not sure whether he was thief or not, but no one else had chance to access my bag, and when I got down in Malleshawara my bag’s zip was open, which I thought was due to my carelessness then but later started to think(and still thinking) that was that guy’s attempt to steal). And in between in all this I was over-optimistic; waiting for a message or call from unknown person saying that he has found it laying somewhere, but as everyone knows it was too much to ask!

Well I woke up in the morning, decided to go to Malleshwara police station on the way to lodge a complaint for the loss of everything I had (as in money and cards). The first thing which I noticed about the police station was that it was not at all like the one which I kept on seeing in the movies. It was clean, it was tidy, it was almost full with police people at that early hour, it had a guard who smiled at me and asked me what do I want?, to  my utter disappointment there were not even a single prisoner, so much unlike the police station of my imagination(of course many of our imagination rather).I met a man who listened to my complaint so routinely that it is not a new thing to happen(yes it is not for them I can understand, but for me??). I could not see a single pinch of surprise, leave alone awe, totally expressionless! But he was more practical, first thing he asked me to do was to call customer care UBI and block my ATM card off. I followed his instructions, and that customer care lady bugged me so much that I forgot my birth date at one point and told July 17 or something! After that he asked me to write a complaint letter and I wrote two letters (as there was no chance of photocopy shops being open at that time), and I was about to give it to the police saying thank you. Exactly when he saw me writing “thanking you, yours…“he got up from his seat and pretending that he has some work, he walks away from his seat, and one of his assistant comes near to me just staring at me. I just ignored it and continued with letter.

When I finished the letter and was searching for the first guy who talked to me, this assistant of his starts talking to me, “Is the letter over sir? Give something to the XYZ Sir noe”.

By then I had understood his intentions, and I was prepared with the answer, I almost shouted back at him, “Can you give me receipt for that?”

He was amused, “for what?”

Me, “for the money that I give, isn’t taking bribe/gift a crime? Anyway my principles won’t allow me to do so”. I know it feels like preaching, but I couldn’t help, but say that. And moreover that moron deserved that.

He, with a surprised look, “principal, who?”

I wanted to laugh at his face. But controlled myself to say only this “principles andre rulsu anthanoo agatte(principle means rules)”

He got assurance from me that I won’t give money for him by any chance. He went bit pale(may be because first CUSTOMER was useless for him), tried to delay giving acknowledgement after hearing me, but I was ready to wait, especially after telling so much I had to wait for whatever extent of time he wished me to wait. But he took only 20 minutes to sign acknowledgement and I was happy to wait. And while coming out I said, “Thanks uncle” with stressing uncle.

Well, they were not inhuman; they just didn’t want to waste an opportunity to gain money. If I were ready to give money they’d have been happy to take it. But when I refused they didn’t do any harm to me. Though it may feel inhuman to even politely ask money from someone who had lost wallet and all his money, they were not ‘Rakshasa’s, they were just opportunistic. Definitely I’m expecting comments.

Covalence: an initiative.

Well, this blog post is with a purpose, for a change, with a reason, about Covalence. For me, this started some four months back, along with the summer holidays this year. If I remember properly, we had some workshop held in our department for final year students, and it was the concluding day, some alumni’s had come to campus (apparently to our department to which they belonged) and introduced this idea of teaching this govt. School kids what we know, preparing them for the somewhat ‘real world’ they face in the life, and mainly help them in any manner in which we can! Nikhil and his friends (excuse me for forgetting their names) had talked about reviving this activity, which they had when they were here, studying in PESIT. They shared their ideas with us, it was really handful of us who were present there in that room, almost bunking the workshop which we were officially attending. But as time passed many people have joined and most of us have stayed from the first day.(unfortunately we missed out some volunteers, who could not continue due to busy schedule).

The initial idea was to set up a lab, to conduct an exhibition of the models which we make children to prepare, and to teach them computer basics (They had computer installed in the school which was left unused for years, because there was no one who could instruct them how to use it). And to teach them whatever else we can (like Vedic maths and spoken English), during the time in which lab will be set up. But I, as an individual was always fascinated by the idea of teaching children, and I somehow had the tendency to support this continuous teaching method rather than some exhibition which will be a one day affair. And yes, the idea of teaching kids stayed. And it was decided that till we get list of apparatus and experiments, we will be doing Vedic Maths and Spoken English as the temporary subjects. But somehow these subjects by themselves have become part of agenda, for good.

Well, this is how it is done, what is my experience in it? Being the son of two teachers I am always inclined to the profession of teaching from childhood. And to teach the kids, it was an opportunity which I was waiting for. Had been there in the position where they are, and coming from a background which enables me to understand what exactly these kids need when they come out of their school, I instantly started liking this idea and jumped onto it, quite literally. When GP madam told about this idea, I even went to her and chose me as an volunteer (yes, I agree it was over-enthusiasm 😛 ). The response I got from kids, you really don’t want to find words to describe that satisfaction. When one guy came to me and told, ‘ Sir, you teach well’, I really felt I understood why my mom goes to school every day, even after having such a bad health. When one little girl came and told ‘you only take class instead of other normal teachers’, I seriously didn’t know what to do, smile for complement or laugh for her innocence! While walking back to room after a hectic day at college, a small kid appears from nowhere and stands in front of you, and wishes you, ‘Good evening sir, how are you? This is what you taught!’ with a big smile on his face, won’t you feel relieved from all the stress? More than anything it is that bit satisfaction which you get that you do something really useful! I always feel that this is the best thing that happened to me in PESIT, and closest to my heart.

By the way where is the school located? It is less than one km from PESIT, 43B bus’s last stop. The school is called The Govt. Higher Primary school, Hosakerehalli. The medium of teaching is of course Kannada, that requires you to know Kannada properly.(Though there are many volunteers who don’t know Kannada, but still have become an integral part of Covalence team by contributing in other ways). We take classes on Saturdays and Thursdays, i.e., Saturday 8.30-10.30 and Thursday 2.30-3.30., totally three hours per week. And as of now we are taking classes only for 8th standard kid, dividing them into three batches. Each batch will have one English, one maths, one computer classes every week, i.e., say if batch 1 comes to spoken English on Thursday, it will come to spoken English class again on next Thursday.

As we have come to final year, and our schedule is getting tighter day by day, as every new notice comes on notice board, we would not be able to dedicate much time to this, to the idea of Covalence. Hence we really need the volunteers who are really interested in it. The patience and desire to help them are the only things you need to be a volunteer. Please share, tweet, put in Facebook or spread it in your friend circles directly, please spread the news and need for volunteers. IT IS A REQUEST.  Since in PESIT we will not be knowing our juniors, I had to do write this, hope it helps the cause.

If you are interested please mail me @ subbu.yours.172965@gmail.com

Visit us here

Thank You in advance.

An Open Letter to PES

Dear People of Eternal Stupidity,

subject: There are too many to mention, let ‘life’ be mentioned as a subject for time being.

I am Subrahmanya, studying in PESIT from past 3 years. As subject itself says there are many reasons to write it, to feel that we are victimised for no one’s mistake in here and now feel disgusted enough to write this letter to you, if not suicide note. What are they? They can be anything and everything. Starting from the torture called ID carrying everywhere(I bet even ISI in it’s secret terrorist plants doesn’t make ID card such a necessity), every test paper being just worse than previous papers,the idea of relative grading which many of us understood as the ultimate leg pulling competition, the level of teachings of the lecturers you provide which is better kept  not compared, and some constructions you constructed/constructing in the campus to keep myself thinking that PESIT will appear awesome after 5 years( strangely but truly my sister also thought the same when she was studying here 6 years ago 😛 ), the status of the grounds which are worse encroached, than many of the lakes in Bengaluru, placement system which makes we, ECE people to think of repenting many times for one decision and many more to mention.

Well, the first point I want to discuss is the placement stuff. Before starting only let me clarify that I can understand that CSE people are blessed with more jobs, which is perfectly alright with me. But why you bring this inter-branch and inter-college equality( i.e. ECE=TCE=EEE and PESIT=PESSE). Yes, I agree to the point that everyone should be given equal opportunities, but the way in which the marks are given should also be same right!( Remember we have branch wise relative grading system which makes life almost miserable for some branches) And how on earth can you equate VTU ‘5 out of 8′(both of us know who told this) engineers to we ‘5 out of 5’ people! If you still want to hold on to ‘all are equal’ tagline, well why not call all 250 colleges of Karnataka(also some your sister institutions in other states, if you want to), let that also happen. I can also understand that you people want to bring PESSE to PESIT level, but all my concern is about supposed degrading of the PESIT quality. As you are not really creating any new jobs as such, you are apparently sharing the jobs which was purely ours to some new born college, students of which never dreamt of getting placed where they are actually placed now. (No offence to PESSE people, all my anger is with respect to PES Administration only)

Secondly why did you change the HOD of ECE when there was absolutely no need to do that. We missed a great HOD, who actually knew the subjects in the branch for which he was head of. Instead you brought a HOD who asks a final year student, ‘what is the unit of impulse response?’ with a serious face. Well, what was the reason for almost sacking K. Raghunath Sir? We asked, you didn’t answer. Was it the fact that he promised to give free GATE coaching in college? We didn’t ask? you never bothered about answering. Didn’t you take pride in putting those 57 names in front of that MRD block(the name itself is idiotic, isn’t it?) which was direct effect of Dr. KR’s classes.

Last but not the least why you be so stupid even after having so many brilliant students? (At least by ‘Sahawasa Dosha’ you should have learned something from us 😛 ) Can’t you imagine that your students obviously bring mobile, how much ever strict you be, how much ever foolish you be. Why don’t you get enough brains to think that can’t come in tracksuit to play the galli cricket which is the only game we can possibly play in the college campus with all great difficulties. Why don’t you get satisfied with number of buildings you have on campus? Why do you handpick this stupid teachers to teach(?) us. Why you make writing records and observations so much of compulsory thing even after knowing that it is not going to help us anywhere in our career? Why do you make the rules so miserably stupid for all those hostellites( I keep wondering how they survive your torture in first place), even jail restrictions are much lighter I suppose. Why your office staff work so much like government office employees. Why? Why? Why?

Anyway I wind up now,(Have record to write 😛 ) will get back to you when I get time to complete it!

Yours Painfully,

Subrahmanya Rama Angadi

(On behalf of all PESITians)

What an idea Sir ji !

Well, as they say, the invention should come as a solution to a problem, the ideas should be generated from the need of it. And before giving unnecessary hype to it, let me start with the topic.
As it is usual with all engineering students( especially those who don’t stay with parents), I have this huge hunger for sleep, more so when the exams are approaching. Everytime I sleep I do not know at what time I will wake up, though I have put some five alarms at five minute intervals. And lately i have learnt this great habit of switching it off while sleeping only without my own knowledge. Keeping the alarm in far place also does not work as many have learnt sleep walking!
well, what is the solution to this? My solution would be, why don’t design alarm in such a way that to stop it’s sound we need to type a code or a string! As far as my knowledge goes, no one has acquired the skill of ‘sleep-typing’ and hence this should be sleep-proof! See, when we have to type something we need to be awake, it is much improved if the code generated is different every time, so that before setting alarm you have to note down the code and you have to see that while stopping it, with wearing spectacles(if you need one pair)and should be awake completely! Advanced version should increase it’s sound every time user presses wrong code!

 

The dream job!

As crazy as this heading may seem to be, these thinkings that come into my mind are equally crazy. The jobs that I aspired to do kept on changing from my childhood, and amazing thing is, it is still changing. Well, after all nothing is constant in this ‘nashwara’ world.

All started with childhood’s childishness, wanted to be a lorry driver when I grow up. The son of our then house owner was a lorry driver and he seemed to be most powerful, as he could move that big lorry without much effort, i.e., just by moving my plate sized steering he could move whole lorry! And I used to like his lorry so much that without me sitting in it was hell lot of a work for my mother to make me eat something.

As I grew up I realised how childish was my dream-job. Do not mistake that sentence, it is disrespect to any profession, but it is like since I was struggling to learn bicycle only in 7th standard, it would have been a joke if my dream was to drive some vehicle, for whole my life. Then parents started putting their ideas into my head, and I started thinking that I should do IAS. The aim seemed to be very high, but targets should always be higher right. And having seen enough of culprits, enough of not development-minded officers, enough victims of above, IAS seemed to be the perfect platform for the change which I was so fascinated of. And also there was this BEO (he had done KAS!) of siddapur taluk at that time (damn it, I don’t remember his name only), who was such a gem of a person; he had such a knowledge of things. He was so determined for change, and he did it so honestly that it was his third posting in one year and he was transferred to raichur just after one year!

But in between a love had started; one subject so much dragged me into it that I could do anything to keep myself with it forever. And of course it was none other than maths, the queen of all sciences. And this thing along with parents’ few suggestions made me take Science stream in PU. (If it were my personal choice completely I’d have been in big dilemma. Thankfully it was not.) Well, this maths and the engineering which consists of its application mainly, made me not to choose biology though doctor is the profession which I respect a lot. Well, everything was on course for me to be a money making engineer. But then in second PU, One Keshav Sir comes to class, and inspires me straight away there in first class itself that I wanted to be a teacher all of a sudden, and that thought kept on coming back to my mind repeatedly for next three months. And one day he himself tells me that, you can be a teacher along with being in any other profession and you may belong to be in technical side. And did he mean teaching in spare time? I think so!

Well, by the time second PU ended I decided one thing, I can do anything, but decided to complete my engineering in the first place. In between inspired by some books or some events or some people, I also thought I also want to join ISRO, army and many more. But this one lifetime was really too small to all those aspirations. And I kept telling myself,” See Subbu, you will make a good engineer, and concentrate only on that, at least for the time being.” And it used to work till now for the past three years. And in between I attend a school program which experience tells me I can be better teacher than many out there, even though I have problem with finding appropriate words fir the context (Which is of course a hindrance for a teacher). And again the dilemmas re-open!!!

And i better stop here itself as my thinking may change now also. 😛

A Tribute

Yes you guessed it right, it is about my previous HOD Dr. K. R. Raghunath, the one who was forced to give resignation unceremoniously due to various reasons, the one who promised to give free GATE tuition (he’d given that as promptly as he could, in previous year) while other departments were busy charging 10,000 for equivalent courses, the one whom we’ll ever miss.

Anyway, before coming to his resignation episode, let us know bit about him. He came here as HOD some one year ago, after doing his ‘dream’, IISc Ph. D. replacing then HOD Mr. Katuka( Ask Rohit Bhatta about this word 😛 ), who not used to see which class he is in before scolding. In first year he was invisible most of the time, to most of us. Offered the GATE classes in the college for free for those who are interested, which indirectly united my classmates by also giving them sufficient time to play different games. (:-P) And not to disappoint him record 57guys cracked the same exam in his department. We came back after vacation, again he dint take the classes for us, instead forced us to learn his favourite subject in the hands of some junior lecturer (remember SSD: P). Then came sixth semester, again he dint take the class for us, even though we had some crazy subjects which could’ve been understood only with HOD’s teaching, again more frustrating part was that he took some really easy topic our immediate juniors. As a matter of fact, he never ever taught me in a course. All he took was some three DC classes (among which 2 were on AT day) and two GATE classes. But to know that Federer is genius and to know we’re going to miss him once he retires, you don’t really need to watch every match he plays.

Well, let me come to the point, his resignation. Even now no one, except himself is sure of the reason why he gave the resignation. Whatever it may be, two things became crystal clear, and 1.PESIT doesn’t really care about the lecturer’s quality and his values. 2. HOD had reached ‘a point of no return’ in which even if he wanted to compromise he could not. Anyway I will discuss these things in next post. So within one day, his resignation gets verified and next day students rush to his chamber hearing this. But alas! Life is so cruel that sometimes you just have to accept, neither can you can change it, nor can you convince it.

So the best HOD I have seen in PESIT departs. There is absolutely nothing we can do about it, other than missing him. Heard that he is going to open a new coaching classes or joining some coaching classes. Let us do what we can do best, let us wish him ‘All the best’ for his future, wherever he may work.

Thank you Sir, we are highly indebted to you. All I could think of doing is this blog, though it can never be equal to even a pinch of the ‘Gurudakshine’ that we owe you.

PS: Also check subrahmanyahegde.blogspot.com for another part of the same story. Completely different perspective about the same incident.