<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989594833669277714</id><updated>2011-08-02T13:33:19.083-07:00</updated><category term='certification'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Reflections of a bamboozled mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://udaymitra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7989594833669277714/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://udaymitra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249030336660628461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989594833669277714.post-3538175235424241515</id><published>2009-12-14T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:54:05.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few facts about Telangana (via Vamshi Devunuri)</title><content type='html'>Whenever the topic of Telangana is raised, many of us blindly support Andhra or Telangana based on where we come from. Not sure how many really think of why the demand for separate state has been there for such a long time. The 2 major reasons why the demand has been pending for so many years is WATER AND HYDERBAD. People around the state have earned and invested in and around Hyderabad so there is a concerns about the safety of the investment if the state is separated while both the major rivers in our state flow mostly through Telangana. Below are some facts that are few reasons for the demand. Sentiments can be foolish but not facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)There are 10 districts in Telangana, 9 in Andhra and 4 in Rayalaseema. Out of these 7 districts in Telangana, 3 in Andhra and 1 in Rayalaseema are considered severely backward districts which means 70% of districts in Telangana are backward while in Andhra it is 35% and in Rayalaseema it is 25%. Apart from these there are some areas in all parts of the state which are also backward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)45% of the state income comes from Telangana region. When it comes to utilization of funds, the share of Telangana is only 28%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3).Normally canals are dug to supply water to the crops from rivers for cultivation. The amount of land cultivated through canals in just Guntur district is more than the land cultivated with canals in entire Telangana region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4).Nagarjuna sagar dam is built in Nalgonda district which is in Telangana but majority of the water from the dam is used for Krishna and Guntur district. The original dam was supposed to be built much ahead of its present location but the location was changed so that it falls in the Telangana region. Due to the construction of the dam several hectares of Lime stone mines vanished as part of the dam back waters. Everyone know that lime stone is used for producing cement. Even the natural resources were not allowed to remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5).Fluorinated water problem is only in Nalgonda district which has not been resolved since decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6).Two major rivers Krishna and Tungabhadra enter the state of AP in the district of Mahaboobnagar(the biggest district in Telangana) but the district always remains the worst draught hit areas along with Anantapur because there is no project and process with which the water can be utilized. The plans for utilization has been pending for decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)RDS (Rajolibanda Diversion Scheme) is built in Mahaboobnagar to provide water to 85000 hectares of land in the district. The leaders of Rayalaseems blasted the gates of RDS and water is supplied to KC (Kurnool-Cudapah) canal while only remaining water, if any, is supplied to the lands in Mahaboobnagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)3 TMC of water from Gandipet is sufficient to supply drinking water to our city. Every year 1700 TMC of water is wasted and is flown into Bay of Bengal from river Godavari. Starting from Nizambad to Bay of Bengal there is no project allowed to built on Godavari. If it is built leaders in Godavari districts fear that the fertile lands in the area may fall short of water. If the Godavari water is utilized properly, there will be no scarcity for food grains in our state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)In Telangana regions, only few areas cultivate one crop a year and very rarely two crops a year while most of the land doesn't even cultivate single crop. In both the Godavari districts, Krishna and Guntur district, two crops a year is common and there are times where even 3 crops a year are cultivated. The only reason is WATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Government issues G.O.s for implicating its decisions. G.O number 610 is the longest non implicated G.O in the history of AP. The G.O was issued in 1986 by late NTR who was then the CM of AP, which is not yet implicated. The G.O speaks about the share of Telangana employees in Government jobs in Telangana region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Many more .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7989594833669277714-3538175235424241515?l=udaymitra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://udaymitra.blogspot.com/feeds/3538175235424241515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7989594833669277714&amp;postID=3538175235424241515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7989594833669277714/posts/default/3538175235424241515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7989594833669277714/posts/default/3538175235424241515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://udaymitra.blogspot.com/2009/12/few-facts-about-telangana-via-vamshi.html' title='Few facts about Telangana (via Vamshi Devunuri)'/><author><name>Mitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249030336660628461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989594833669277714.post-8861462984490628898</id><published>2007-11-07T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T01:15:53.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MS Life!!!</title><content type='html'>Back in India, I envied my friends who got into great universities - crap two years enjoying student life again and you have a brand name once you graduate... I didn't take much time to realize what I consider as a fact now - "MS life is no fun!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tons and tons of assignments, tests, reports, projects and research papers sap life out of you, there is another painful issue that hits you hard more often than not - FUNDING!!! 12 grand is no easy money to pay from your pocket... All those mails to professors, valiant attempts to get their appointments, disappointment when you hear the obvious answer... sometimes makes you retrospect on whether quitting your job for pursuing MS was a right decision. Its really funny how a simple concept of demand vs supply can make your life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is tremendous peer pressure to succumb to and I ain't getting good grades either - thanks to those supremely complex assignments and equally talented peers who somehow manage to crack those. You feel humble and grounded.  You become selfish and cold. You end up desolate and restless. You sometimes loose your head and eke out your frustration on your friends and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me going is the intellectual satisfaction of working on high end research with some really big names who are pioneers and even idols in my field of interest. The quality of research here is so wonderful that I, a person so averse to the idea of crapping 5 years (as I called it) for PhD, am now considering pursuing PhD. Its funny how interests keep changing over a period of time. I guess, for people like me,  it takes a life time to realize what we exactly want to do in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the brighter side of life here is that there are innumerable beautiful places to see, different diversities of people to meet and umpteen number of places to freak out. And if you are lucky (like me) you might find yourself among people looking for excuses to do anything but study ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7989594833669277714-8861462984490628898?l=udaymitra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://udaymitra.blogspot.com/feeds/8861462984490628898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7989594833669277714&amp;postID=8861462984490628898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7989594833669277714/posts/default/8861462984490628898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7989594833669277714/posts/default/8861462984490628898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://udaymitra.blogspot.com/2007/11/ms-life.html' title='MS Life!!!'/><author><name>Mitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249030336660628461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989594833669277714.post-8767589817516301248</id><published>2007-04-14T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:59:51.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have become INSTITUTIONALISED</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate sounding philosophical. So, before I plunge into the depths of introspection going in this five pound mass resting between my shoulders, lemme provide you a brief intro of what this shit is all about…&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not very long ago, when I started working with TCS, the crown jewel of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s largest conglomerate-TATAs, I had everything a young and restless heart can ask for -A coveted brand name to walk with my head high in this status obsessed society, 15K in my pocket at the end of every month (coming straight from college, this was big money for me), a youthful, friendly FINANCE team that personified ‘FUN at work’, a mini-villa five minutes away from beach that I share with 7 other wonderful roommates, five hard days of work followed by two fun days to freak out… this list can literally go on for pages…&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, as with every so called software engineer, a mysterious discontent donned my heart – Onsite!!! I had very little chance of realizing that dream every other IT guy has... So, I searched for other options and then the idea of doing MS instantly caught my fancy… My acads have always been good and pretty freaky to hear. And with some conscious effort, I managed a decent score in GRE too. Deciding to try my luck, I applied for MS in good universities…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And now starts the real story ;-)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a long wait, I started to hear back from those uniivs – those responses were candid, curt and painful REJECTS. After plethora of rejects, an admit came as respite for this worn out soul. This one was from a good university too.&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With the feeling of accomplishment starting to sink in, I realized that its time I make the decision. Plenty of questions popped up in my mind… Is this idea of doing MS just a fancy I caught up with? Or is it simply a path I drafted to explore greener pastures? If so, is it really worth quitting my job? And more importantly, can I start my career all over again? &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am I frightened to take that step that would change my career and life forever? Am I simply ‘scared of change’? After some introspection and retrospection on the decisions I previously made in my life, I can confidently state - I am not the kind of guy to run away from change. I was probably a guy who always “embraced change”.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, what’s stopping me this time? Here are my two excuses for now:&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I started liking my job, especially because of the wonderful people I work with. True it is that my work is demanding and I work long hours, but you know what – FINANCE ROCKS!!! I formed a beautiful bond with my team (I’d rather call it a family) and I am probably too unwilling to detach myself from this family.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And more importantly, for the past 18 months, I have got very much used to what I call ‘easy money’ that magically refreshes my bank account at the end of every month. I have to confess that I am probably spoilt by the easy money my software job offers me and pampered by comforts money could offer. If I start all over again as a student, there would be no more easy money to shell out - Very funny and startling!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I might have to do some not very interesting jobs to earn my tuition fee. Well, this thought makes me feel jittery!!!!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These reasons, rather excuses, might appear quite ridiculous to you. But, the fact is that I have become ‘institutionalized’. I am now a pampered and spoilt soul. I feel too comfortable in this cocoon I am in… too comfortable to get out of it.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, going by pure logic, I should take this step. I should use this chance of a life time and &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;MOVE&lt;/st1:City&gt; &lt;st1:state&gt;ON&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. My mind says that I should go for it, but heart says that it’s nervous!!! Why am I so nervous? What the hell happened to my valor!!!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its time! Its time to break free from the shackles of comfort I locked myself in. It’s gonna take some time, but I sure will not give in. After all, I am not destined to be a loser!!!&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7989594833669277714-8767589817516301248?l=udaymitra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://udaymitra.blogspot.com/feeds/8767589817516301248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7989594833669277714&amp;postID=8767589817516301248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7989594833669277714/posts/default/8767589817516301248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7989594833669277714/posts/default/8767589817516301248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://udaymitra.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-become-institutionalised.html' title='I have become INSTITUTIONALISED'/><author><name>Mitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249030336660628461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989594833669277714.post-773549860639980522</id><published>2007-04-01T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:52:50.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Wish you are here...</title><content type='html'>While i blissfully sleep in slumber&lt;br /&gt;with my eyelids hugging each other&lt;br /&gt;and the morning sun peeps into my window,&lt;br /&gt;waking me as i refuse to get up...&lt;br /&gt;I think of that cherubic smile on ur face.&lt;br /&gt;I wish u are here...&lt;br /&gt;I wish u are with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i get vexed sitting infront of&lt;br /&gt;my dumb PC programmed by some other dumbers&lt;br /&gt;and take a break from this sedentary life,&lt;br /&gt;I step out of the office&lt;br /&gt;I feel that gentle breeze carrying your voice...&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of the times we spoke for hours...&lt;br /&gt;I wish u are here...&lt;br /&gt;I wish u are with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the full moon brights up the night sky&lt;br /&gt;and i lie there on beach gazing at the mystrious waves&lt;br /&gt;while the stars mischeiviously splutter on the dark sea....&lt;br /&gt;I remember those long walks holding hands....&lt;br /&gt;And the blush on your face when i hold your hand...&lt;br /&gt;I wish u are here..&lt;br /&gt;I wish u are with me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7989594833669277714-773549860639980522?l=udaymitra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://udaymitra.blogspot.com/feeds/773549860639980522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7989594833669277714&amp;postID=773549860639980522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7989594833669277714/posts/default/773549860639980522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7989594833669277714/posts/default/773549860639980522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://udaymitra.blogspot.com/2007/04/wish-you-are-here.html' title='Wish you are here...'/><author><name>Mitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249030336660628461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989594833669277714.post-6695292893693231060</id><published>2007-04-01T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T07:48:43.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='certification'/><title type='text'>My personal exp with certification... An anticlimax</title><content type='html'>&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Long long ago, when I first joined our wonderful FINANCE team, I heard there is something called DB2 700 certification. I never bothered to write a test after my engineering and so it goes without saying that I did not bother about this certification too. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It all started when my confirmation process kicked off. I realized that its time I do a certification. Then I started planning on when to write. “PLANNING” takes time… and it’s the best excuse for delaying things too ;-)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Being a lazy bum, and as procrastination is deeply ingrained in my blood (something I developed as an engineer), I always kept postponing it. True it is that I took DB2 700 book from JAVA pistoo Kumaran more than a year ago… and as per our pistoos order, I wrapped it with a neat cover and then… tucked it carefully in my draw… And yeah, I read the chapter names, mind you ;-)&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Confirmation came by and went by and so I forgot about this certification. Slowly, I started noticing that lot of fellas in our team were taking the certification, but thanks to my supremely great indolence, I never picked up the book. And then came our goals for H2… there I saw something familiar and shocking too… DB2 700!!! &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD!!! Its time to read again…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That day, after I went home, I searched in my draw for ‘THE BOOK’, but I don’t find one there!&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; After searching for half an hour I gave up searching… (we were planning to go for a movie then) After a fortnight, yet another fella wrote the test. I went home again and this time determined to find the book, excavated the whole room and managed to find it among the debris. Yuppie! I found it!!! At least I don’t have to pay Kumaran now ;-)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And now comes the hardest part of it… &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Reading&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Whenever I open the book and read a couple of pages I invariably fell asleep. Realizing that it will not work out this way, I devised another plan for reading… Read while watching TV or read while playing carroms in the room. This time on, I get caught up in some animated discussion and drop the book again. After trying different means and forcing different strategies upon myself I somehow managed to read 20 pages in one month… an achievement in itself. Pushing up my so called perseverance I completed one chapter finally after 3 months.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I realized this is never gonna work out, I went to NIIT and scheduled my test with a hope that I will start reading seriously at least then. I went home straight after 6 and started reading book very seriously, as if I am going to write the test the very next day and… Naah… I hardly read 10 pages before falling asleep again.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This reading saga continued for 25 days and I was very happy that I read 50% of the protion… But when I look back, I forgot what I read… like Ghagini. I postponed my test too once… you know why… to watch one of Indian team’s greatest ever performance in ‘&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; – Srilanka’ world cup clash. Dejected, I cursed myself for that stupid decision of postponing the test…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then the D-day has arrived… one day before test!!! Chapters completed – 4 out of 6. I was determined not to postpone test this time, though voices deep inside me compelled me to… Finally my will succeeded laziness and I completed reading all the 6 chapters. It was &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;midnight&lt;/st1:time&gt; &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="12"&gt;12:30&lt;/st1:time&gt; and then I call Subbu to inform him about my achievement. And Subbu in his trade mark style told me… Junk, read dumps… All questions come from dumps… I have been hearing this statement for a long time and never believed. Its no different this time…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reluctantly, I started reading dump questions. Questions were pretty simple… one more reason not to believe in Subbu… why will such easy questions come in certification? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was reading the document and did not know when I dose off. Next thing I remember… my alarm screams loudly and its 7 in the morning. I frantically read the rest of questions and headed to NIIT at scheduled time (&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="9"&gt;9:00&lt;/st1:time&gt; sharp). And now comes the best part of it… the NIIT fella at test centre asks “Sir, when do you want to write the test”. I read the whole night just to write test in the morning and this bugger asks me on when I am planning to write!!! And then a wild thought came to my mind… why don’t I postpone the test and revise those chapters once before writing the test??? Luckily, I stopped myself from postponing the test once again and told him that I wanted to write the test right then…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was directed to a room where I was asked to fill in some documents. And there I noticed one guy tensed, confused and hysterically reading some book. EXAM fever I thought!!! The funniest part is… he is reading the same 700 book. Tryst of fate, I thought…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, I was directed to the test centre and I start my test with lot of anticipation… and then came the first question… ‘Which of following are reasons behind using a View’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Options sound familiar too. This question is from dumps, I realized. Then came the second and third questions… ridiculous… same questions from dumps… obviously, those idiots are too lazy to change options even &lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; I kept marking the answers and reached some 30 questions… I was damn bored of reading the same questions again. Then I noticed what the other 700 fella is doin… He was scribbling something on the pad and scratching his head… ‘definitely did not read dumps…’ I thought. Out of boredom and frustration, I marked options without even reading the questions. I had time to review my answers twice too!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The test was such an anti climax. I was so disappointed after seeing the same questions yet so relieved that I completed the certification. Result - 96%. Screwed up in Planning… and missed the rest 4%. Obviously, my memory deceived me! (nothing unusual ;-) )&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And when I come out, I saw Shiny coming for the test. I asked “Did you prepare dumps” and the answer is “What dumps???” She either read too many dumps docs or has not read any…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7989594833669277714-6695292893693231060?l=udaymitra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://udaymitra.blogspot.com/feeds/6695292893693231060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7989594833669277714&amp;postID=6695292893693231060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7989594833669277714/posts/default/6695292893693231060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7989594833669277714/posts/default/6695292893693231060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://udaymitra.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-personal-exp-with-certification.html' title='My personal exp with certification... An anticlimax'/><author><name>Mitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249030336660628461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7989594833669277714.post-9109606854373408569</id><published>2007-04-01T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T07:25:55.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell... A day I ld never forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farewell Day...(March 2005) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It finally dawned on me that I m gonna leave college very soon! All those pranks, silly SMSs, getting caught while sleeping in classes, those late night parties, bunking classes, those &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;midnight&lt;/st1:time&gt; chais, those one day preparations for externals... will only be memories!!! Those beautiful moments that defined campus life will eventually be MEMORIES! It all dawned on me and before I could realize, I started jotting down my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this is what I ended up with:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss the time that we spend at the parkin lot&lt;br /&gt;Playing pranks at others, this is where we enjoy a lot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;I will miss our class on the top floor we seldom attend&lt;br /&gt;Sending crap SMS s, listening to the lecture as we do pretend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;I will miss those benches outside our ECE block&lt;br /&gt;Coz here is all the mess we make&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;I will miss the sports room packed to full every day&lt;br /&gt;Where we concentrate on every thing except the game we play&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;I will miss the canteen at lunch hour when the traffic is pretty tight&lt;br /&gt;Where we decide over "Kaun kisko maarna hain site!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;I will miss those night-outs and &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;midnight&lt;/st1:time&gt; chais&lt;br /&gt;When we wonder "Why do we have externals yaar!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I will miss the late night parties we have on every occasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; When we ......... , I know I need not mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Above all these, I will miss u my dear friends&lt;br /&gt;And hope I still have one more year left in the college&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a poem I dedicated to all my frens! No matter wherever you are, whatever u do... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Keep Smiling, &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:11.25pt;"&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bahut senti hogaya tha, Sahi mein...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope this small poem has reminded u those sweet moments of your campus life. C ya soon....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:11.25pt;height:11.25pt'/"&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;-Keep Smiling ppl!!! Life's Wonderful!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7989594833669277714-9109606854373408569?l=udaymitra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://udaymitra.blogspot.com/feeds/9109606854373408569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7989594833669277714&amp;postID=9109606854373408569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7989594833669277714/posts/default/9109606854373408569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7989594833669277714/posts/default/9109606854373408569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://udaymitra.blogspot.com/2007/04/farewell-day-i-ld-never-forget.html' title='Farewell... A day I ld never forget'/><author><name>Mitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249030336660628461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
