Simplex Method

Sometimes I wonder how I managed to fail so many times during my graduation. A moment back I was looking for my LPP and transportation model notes. (BTW I am pursuing PG diploma in ORM). I managed to get those from my best kept secret treasure. (Well, my parents don’t think so… and they even offered a helping hand towards dust bin. For my mother it’s not even worth than 5 Rs/Kg from raddiwala :-(
Anyway these notes are really good and helped a lot to learn transportation in just ten minutes for which I was struggling for whole of the Sunday at Vaibhav’s place. (He may term my ‘whole of Sunday’ as 30 min including a nap) But the point here is, even after doing so much of hard work I never cleared a semester in one shot until seventh. I heard a rumor that since the University was falling short of funds they found this innovative way to raise it up, other wise who else will fail in a single subject for seven times, paying Rs 450 for each attempt.
No, I am not joking. There are quite a few evidences to prove this theory. This incident took place in my third unsuccessful attempt to start Elec. m/c III. Ten minutes after distributing the question paper Shailendra (he is my best pal and accompanied till sixth attempt) looked at me shaking his head in disgrace. I signaled him to wait for another 15 minutes, so that I could help my friend in need. But the poor guy was so nervous that he left the examination room in just 30 minutes. I fought back and survived there for next two and half hours. On the result day Shailendra came all the way smiling towards me, not because of his 13/100 on scoreboard, but 9/100 against mine. Can you guys believe this? But our University could make you believe on such nasty things terming them as controversial as NASA’s expedition on moon.
BTW even today sometimes I wake up dripped in sweat with the nightmare, a clerk found out that my convocation of bachelor's degree is not valid as I am yet to clear Electrical m/c III.

ischool ke tem pe aana

JEOPARDY

The title is derived from one of my friend’s story (visit http://jaaramaaz.wordpress.com/category/saurabh/). It seems the virus of writing spread rapidly in air over last few months. Many of my friends got infected by it and got cured soon but I am not yet, so here is a new post. I don’t know if this makes any sense but it gives me real pleasure. Anyway that is not the subject of the post; I am going to post more and more as long as I am enjoying the stuff.
Last week I have been to ‘Torana’ fort. This is really nice trek. Shailendra and Sandy accompanied and both are just hopeless, they can’t even walk one KM in a stretch. Every 200 meters I had to show them some carrot like bread and eggs carried with me to walk next few more meters. The weather was just awesome and while on fort we were in real clouds and couldn’t even see beyond two meters. We had almost walked ninety percent of the distance but were not sure where we had reached. The fort was curved in clouds and we couldn’t see the walls. But the last ten percent were really tough for me.
I am always afraid of the height. My limbs start trembling and I can’t stop myself thinking of falling down. (I remember my younger days, during summer holidays we used to play on the building terrace, while others walked smartly and without showing any notion of fear, I used to literally creep. The fear of crumble down was so filled in my mind that I never enjoyed those games on terrace.) I think this fear of height will accompany me throughout my life. It’s not just about the ridge; it also applies to relationship, friendship and career.
I am always hesitant about crossing the boundaries and exploring the new horizons. But these new horizons are really attractive and I suppose it’s worth betting your achievements to reach over there. Over a period I realized the height may kill, but it really thrills. I would have never enjoyed the ‘Torana’ trek, if I couldn’t overcome my fear and climbed that 200 meters difficult pass. And ofcourse the other two musketeers were always there to push me and make me reach the top. Friends are for that only, aren’t they? (Even though they demand a Chicken Tandoor for doing so ;))

Ten Jobs I always dreamt about (and the dreams which never came true)

1. ST Bus driver
2. Fast bowler
3. MLA
4. Police Inspector
5. Teacher (I seriously want to do this)
6. Farmer
7. Road Construction worker (The one spreading 60 degree centigrade tarmac with his gumboots on)
8. Soldier (See Arnold in Commando)
9. Rickshawwala
10. Proud owner of wadapav stall (Anybody interested in partnership?)

At some point of my life I realized that I am not even worth the candle, so I became programmer ;)