Seemingly Serious

Well, let’s us for a moment compare 12th Standard boards with Pizzas, an issue with a lot of zilch hype and taken up by masses with fair concern. Now the garlic bread which I just talked about shall be compared to board supplements like AIEEE andIIT-JEE. But, the credit goes to these garlic breads that over the decades they have overtaken the popularity of pizzas. Most of the parents get their kids enrolled in sophisticated remand homes – called COACHING CLASSES. This blog of mine is to share my time @ my AIEEE JEE Coaching classes.

While talking of pizzas, Margarita has become too common. But still, people have just not secluded it from their favorites; they just prefer seasonings over it with of course a delicious supplement like garlic bread. Well, this isn’t a blog-post directed towards food and particularly pizzas, but I being a foodie couldn’t refrain myself from comparing the topic I am gonna talk about with the eatable delight I devour the most – Pizzas. Well, let’s us for a moment compare 12th Standard boards with Pizzas, an issue with a lot of zilch hype and taken up by masses with fair concern. Now the garlic bread which I just talked about shall be compared to board supplements like AIEEE and IIT-JEE. But, the credit goes to these garlic breads that over the decades they have overtaken the popularity of pizzas. We’re in an era where parents and their kids go frantic for their association with some premier institutes of the nation like IITs and NITs. And hence, most of the parents get their kids enrolled in sophisticated remand homes called  – COACHING CLASSES.

                Two years ago, even I was a 12th Science student and even I had aspired to crack JEE and AIEEE and with that determination (I just needed a filler before the following word, so I used determination, please don’t take it so seriously!) I joined MindTree education, quite a popular Coaching Institute for JEE/AIEEE in Ahmedabad. I joined it telling my parents that, “I’ve got no alternative. I’ve got to be serious now. I gotta work for AIEEE/JEE. I want to work hard (Oh really?). And I will. I will start solving H.C. Verma, Irodov and Arihant. I will mumma-dady, I will.” That day and today, time has been a vigilant witness of my sophistry. I did join MindTree education, but what I did after that was not even around the periphery of education.

                MindTree was based in Satellite area, some 15 kms away from Maninagar where I stay. We had a few guys coming from Maninagar and they’d hired a rickshaw for exclusively commuting to Bothra’s (MindTree’s more popular name). I joined the rickshaw group where we were 4 guys- Mandar, D.P., Kaushik and I . On seeing us descend down the rickshaw, the people there would have even a better impression of ours. Some would mutter, “See those guys. You know they travel every weekend from Maninagar to here, just for Bothra’s you see. This is what you call dedication”. Well, then we generously accepted their secret compliments, but we knew how “dedicated” we were. And not to forget, we had Aditya joining us there to accompany us in our “dedication”.

                Just in a matter of few days, we showed our real colors. We used to have 3 lectures each day, each of 1.5 hour. Between two consecutive lectures, when the professors would interchange their classes, there would be a trivial break of some 5-7 minutes. The studious ones called it a “DOUBT SOLVING SESSION” and ones like Prathmesh ran like an angry bull to maul the professor with some gauche questions and the “dedicated” ones like made no delay in frisking towards “Gwalia”. (To the non-Ahmedabadis reading this, let me tell you Gawlia is a popular food and sweets outlet which sells awesome Indian snacks like Kachauri, Mini Indian Pizza, Khaman, Dhokla, Pudding, Samosa, Kulfi etc.) I remember, the very first day when I joined Bothra’s, before inquiring about the professors teaching there, I inquired what varieties Gwalia vends.  And needless to cite that I was more than quenched by their list. With such dishes, I could hardly resist every one and half hour. With Aditya taking the lead, I would ardently follow him towards Gwalia’s. Two different items for each break and one special Mava Kulfi after the classes were over – this had become our routine and even the staff @ Gwalia’s had got acquainted with our likes. At times, I would not have to ask for Kachauris, the person at the counter would give me one without seeing my coupon. I’m sure my wife (the one to be in the future of course) might have met them in person then and told them about my likes. They received us as warm as a wife would receive her tired husband returning from work. Absurd comparison, but nothing struck my mind to acknowledge the courtesy @ Gwalia’s. This was about the breaks. Let me clear any misconceptions before they’re seeded in your mind. We did no productive work during the lectures too.

                We were proud last benchers at Bothra’s too. Most of the times I, Aditya, Mandar, D.P and Kaushik would sit together to incept all fun possible in those 4.5 hours at Bothra’s. As it was the Satellite area, there was no paucity of some really beautiful girls coming at Bothra’s. Electromagnetism and Claisen Condensation reaction didn’t lure people enough to the white board (Bothra’s had a white board, the one on which you write with a black marker – just to be explicit) so they thought it would be better to focus on some really white skin. Most of the guys there had an eye-candy fixed for themselves. Some of my friends too joined the club. And at a point of time it became their reason to go to Bothra’s. “Aree Saturday Sunday dono din wo aai thi yaar, Kya lag rahi thi yaar!” would be their first sentences to their chums in the school on following Monday. Though my friends even today don’t appreciate the choice of my eye-candy, I think she was good enough to be stared at. In his novel 5 Point Someone, Chetan Bhagat says, “There’s not a worry if you don’t have a girl. Food is almost as good as girls”. We were lucky, we had both.

                We almost wasted a full year in this “dedication”. Bothra’s granted us a parole from their torture in January as our boards were nearing. After the boards were over, we were again struck by a wave of “seriousness”. I thought, “I’ve screwed up my whole year just gobbling the stuff at Gwalia’s. It’s high time now. I must make most of the vacation classes. Profs there are going to revise things right from the basics. I’ve a month. I can make it.” While thinking this, I never knew I was scripting a few good punches for Comedy Circus. The vacation period @ Bothra’s was no different. We somehow managed to cling to the “Seriousness” agenda for a day or two. Then onwards, the same “dedication” returned. Unfortunately, eye-candies had shifted themselves to the “Crash Course” batch and my pals couldn’t please their retinas any longer so they quenched themselves by seeing their Facebook Pictures through their cell-phone. I unfortunately had nothing to do. Neither did the baldy teaching Mass-Pulley problems in Physics manage to get stuff in my head nor could the fumbler in Maths teach me any good Permutations and Combinations. Hence after a few days, we started bunking lectures there. We used to leave one or two lectures early, have some Maska buns in the mall adjacent to Satyam Mall, give a call to our Rickshaw-wala and briskly frisk from Bothra’s.

A month passed this way and AIEEE arrived to check some real dedication. I wish Gwalia’s could have sponsored the AIEEE exams, if not for the sake of some better questions then atleast for some good quality OMR sheets. But anyways, Kapil Sibbal doesn’t like some really intelligent brains like me suggesting some unconventionally intellectual stuff in his ministry you see! I didn’t manage to score so well in AIEEE. I don’t know about my pals, they never revealed their scores. But today, after two years from that “dedication” and “seriousness” era, we’re all in good, decent and reputed colleges of Gujarat. Thank god we didn’t land in IITs to get our asses whipped by the professors there.

Today or may be even tomorrow, I won’t regret of not having passed out from IITs  for the days of fun I’ve had during my preparations for getting there. For the guys in IITs, I believe they were misers who could not afford a price as high as “being human” in the days they were supposed to and hence they made it to a realm of humanoids. For the “generous”, “dedicated” and “serious” ones like me, I don’t regret enjoying my days. Though I had not been serious, I was atleast “Seemingly Serious”.

Love & Regards,

Anish.

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The Rise !!!

Well, after a downfall comes, the rise that is a part and parcel of human life. After every sunset, there is a sunrise. Sunrise marks the advent of a new day, the advent of those 24 hours which are going to completely explicit from the previous 24. The same holds true for THE RISE after the DOWNFALL. This blogpost- THE RISE- is the sequel to THE FALL and bears within itself the story of gradual rise from the pit.

Hello everybody, making a blog post almost after a month. The last one was “The Fall” posted on 11th December. I am really extolled by the overwhelming and comforting response that I’ve got for The Fall.Well, after a downfall comes, the rise that is a part and parcel of human life. After every sunset, there is a sunrise. Sunrise marks the advent of a new day, the advent of those 24 hours which are going to completely explicit from the previous 24. The same holds true for THE RISE after the DOWNFALL. This blogpost- THE RISE- is the sequel to THE FALL and bears within itself the story of gradual rise from the pit. I hope you all like reading this. Here I go:

I concluded my last blogpost, THE FALL, with the words:

I had been burnt in the fire to be made gold, I been rubbed against the rocks to be polished. I had been buried to rise, I had been charred to reconstruct.

I haven’t used these words to make the blogpost more flowery or melodramatic, but I meant every word of what I had written. When I said-” I had been burnt in the fire to be made gold” , Yes I had been burnt in the fire of rankling and remorse, when I said “ I been rubbed against the rocks to be polished” , Yes I had been rubbed against the rocks, rocks were such circumstances which with I battled, yet I ended up banging my head over them learning my efforts were futile. When I said, “ I had been buried to rise”,Yes I had been buried. The person I was till 10th was not seen ever after, that Anish which the world saw till 10th was buried in the High School Pages only. When I said, “ I had been charred to reconstruct”, Yes I had been charred and destroyed by the circumstances to be made a new Anish after the FALL.

To justify and expound my above statements, I would like to cite the example of reconstruction of old buildings. When a new building is to be new at the same place where an old one already exists, the contractors don’t rectify the old one, they just destroy it right from the scratch to make a new one over there. And this is what the world calls reconstruction. Same was with me, God had made sure that I lose all my academic form when I fall. The transition from 1st to 9th rank is pretty jerky for any normal human being to sustain and I was no exception. I did make some small & big attempts here and there to regain the academic status, but all futile. After an instance, I stopped battling, cause I had known that nothing had been working in the direction I wanted. May be this was the hint given by the almighty to fulfill his will through me. God, the superpower might have already written my DOWNFALL, and needless to cite that he had planned the rise to it well in advance. Before I started falling, I had begun my expedition towards RISE.

In couple of years of my fall and rise, my personality had achieved many new dimensions. From just a 1st Ranker and an average Orator, I had become Quite a Popular Orator, A Popular Host for school events ( All thanks to you Becky ), A Web Developer ( Webmaster ) and last but not the least a mediocre WRITER. Today when I look back in time , the vista of those 2 years compel me to believe that, those 2 years of my life were meant for these priorities of life and not academics. Had I not fallen then, a lot of things would have remained undone. I was unaware of this fact then, but after 12th Board, when I sat down to contemplate over the two years in Science Stream, I learnt that I hadn’t fallen, but indeed I had risen. I shall now mention in detail, the stages of my recovery from the FALL.

Betting over the tamed horse:

After the first term result, the majority had known about my FALL. People knew my results and at times it would become a good point to discuss and mock at me. After a point of time I had been hearing such things so often that I had become indifferent to the situation. I had hardly been bothering then about my academic status. But, at the same time, there were people who made me realize that I wasn’t a empty jug then, still there was potential, and if I couldn’t rise completely, I could atleast get my situation better. I owe my academic restoration to all my teachers and friends who had provided continual encouragement to me to rise back and fight back.

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Making of a Host:

I had been quite a good orator till 10th. I had been very comfortable over the stage in front of huge crowd. Never had stage fear hampered me. But hosting the events in the school, I thought was not my cup of tea. But there was a twist to it. On 15th August 2008, we had a small function in the school on account of Independence day. Rebecca was supposed to host it. She was searching for a co-host, but I guess she couldn’t find one. She asked me if I could do it. I said I don’t mind but I don’t know how to host and stuff. I said if the script is prepared, I can speak well. She was like no, you gotta be spontaneous there and don’t worry I will be with you there and hence I agreed. At that instances, I never knew that would be one of the biggest turning point for the coming two years. I went in the school then, dressed up in a Host’s attire, Professional Shirt-Pants and tie. The event started and we begun to introduce the performances one by one. Rebecca in the midst of the event had some work to address so I was given an opportunity to do majority of the work, and I did. The whole program went on smoothly. And after it, I was flooded with compliments and appreciation from everybody. I don’t know what extraordinary thing I had done that day, that people liked me hosting the events. I still remember, after the function that day, I was standing with Becky and Ma’am when Kalpana teacher called me. She was standing with a group of girls, probably our seniors who had asked her to call me up to them. She was like, “Anish good job. See, these girls want to tell you something.” I had got an eye of the situation and yes I was expecting compliments from them. And yes, those girls were like, “ You know what you did a fantastic job. For the first time…….

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Birth of a Webmaster:

Many people over RTW and outside ask me, “Anish how did you become a Webmaster?” I reply, “I didn’t become a Webmaster, I was made a Webmaster”. Webmaster the term is self-explanatory, which says Webmaster is a person who has mastered the Web. But in Website Terminology it is not so. Webmaster is a person who makes the website. Planning for RTW’s Making had started since July 2008, and you all might have read the four part of RTW’s making, titled Birth of a Planet-Planet RTW. In 11th, specifically the first time, I was too much occupied with the website building part. The reason being, I had just played in shallow waters till then, and I was working with a BIG WEBSITE, a REAL WEBSITE, which was gonna be the Official Fansite of Rajat Tokas. I gave my Ten Thousand percent to that.

I was just a 16 year old kid then,……….

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Approaching the Magnum Opus in Writing:

As a school student I had always been fascinated by literature in whatever language it be- Gujarati, Hindi, English or Sanskrit. I have never considered languages as ancillary subjects. I have taken them as seriously as PCM, but I never knew this practice of mine had a big part to play in my future. I used to write essays in the exams fairly well. I used to help Priyanshi with her writings in the 10th. During this period, I had to raise the bar for my vocabulary and the quality of my writings, because I was writing for a girl studying in IGCSE board and the Gujarat board language and level would not work there. That is when I started my grooming as a writer.

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Finally the Dawn:

This is the concluding section of the blogpost. I mentioned 5 major attributes that contributed in building the new ME in ME. At the end of the 2 years i.e. the 12th Board, I had been transformed as a person. I no longer owed my identity and existence in people’s minds and heart to my 1st Rank. God had induced a lot of attributes in me to make people remember me over various occasions.

Not only did the FALL end up in reconstructing me, but it ended up in fetching me decent results in 12th Board. I had fared quite well compared to the 11th standard to live up to my parents’ expectations. I have been so thankful to God for showing me the FALL and the RISE so gently. I was in his safe hands during every hardship. Today I thank him each day for making me rise at the right time. It feels great to see my parents being happy seeing me studying in DDIT(the 5th Best Emerging University in India as per CSR). Had I not been able to fare well in 12th Board, I might have never been able to forgive myself for defying the expectations of my parents and teachers. I know they did expect a lot more than I fared, but compared to the circumstances I had been through, my result was pretty good. Had I not been lifted by God, I would have ended up scoring a 50-60% and studying in a not so good college. But praise be to the lord, who held me in his hand continually and bestowed his grace upon me at the right time.

I don’t regret at all for losing my 1st Rank, instead……….

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The Fall…..

In this blogpost I would like to share all the untold things. I want to vomit out before my friends, all that I wasn’t able to speak verbally. Check out the giant sized blog post.

The Fall……


Hello everybody, hope everybody is doing great. End SEM fever is raging high. But for engineers, ALL IZZ WELL. Well after my two blog posts on love, this blog post is to narrate the two years of my higher secondary school life. I have a very bad habit of not sharing my woes with my friends. Friendship is all about sharing be it happiness or grief. But I haven’t been sharing the latter of the two. But, in this blog post I will share everything that is within me, about how I faced the biggest downfall of my life till date. Without much ado, I begin..

The New World:

It was 11th standard then, July of 2008, the first day of 11th Standard. We all had passed our 10th board and we had to choose our stream for the future, and I chose science. Science for me was an uncharted ocean; science for me wasn’t a passion but just a mere medium to reach IT Engineering. I was never enchanted by the laws of physics, chemistry compounds or the curve tracing in maths.

So, we entered the gates of our heaven, our school on July 26th 2008. For the first time, Rebecca, Ritika and I after 3 years were standing in queues of different divisions. All throughout the prayer time, and then we three kept looking at each other’s face letting each other know about our nervousness and excitement through out gestures.

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The Academic Fallout:

This was the main factor which constituted my fall. Since 3 years in my 8th, 9th and 10th standard, all people 2 years junior to me and 2 years senior to me, had heard only one guy- Anish Desai coming 1st repeatedly exam after exam year after year in the “A” division and also in all four divisions at times. (Sorry, if I am speaking too high about myself, but I give all the credit to my Lord for my achievements). Same was the case with my teachers and parents. They had stopped congratulating me for my 1st ranks after one instance because my getting first rank every time had become a too ordinary deal for them. But little did they know about the disaster that was going to vandalize their son’s life completely.

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In Depression:

And I was then in what world calls DEPRESSION. Anish would who chatter all the time with people around, had stopped speaking then. Even, when I would meet Rebecca and Ritika, I wouldn’t speak, I would just gaze their face with null expression on my face. Rebecca did ask me a couple of times on phone ki what was the matter, but I was too stubborn to share all this with her. I usage to manage a fake smile temporarily and a few stupid jokes to make her laugh till the phone conversation lasted. But I know she might have known all this in some corner of her heart. Ritika was too busy in her own world to see me suffering. She was least anxious to know about what I was going through. And when at times I would want to share a pinch of this to her, she would end up uninterestingly saying “Kya dukhi aatma banta hai, mast rehneka hota hai, ho gaya na”. I understood, she had no interest in knowing the hell I was in…. Read Full

Mocking and kicking the Setting Sun:

We had a poem titled “Sayankaade”(Meaning: At the Sunset) in 10th standard Gujarati textbook by poet Dalpatram. One of the verses of the poem had these words:

Puje Jano Sau Ugta Ravi Ne

(Meaning: People worship the rising sun only)

When the poem was being explained in the class, I didn’t pay much attention to this one and I remember Anjum teacher said “These are the lessons of life. Its better you learn in the class today else you life will teach them to you practically tomorrow.” And she was so very correct. Little did I know that time that, I was going to be the setting sun soon.

Anish Desai who held a very exalted reputation amongst 11th standard people had suddenly become ZERO for them after the 1st Terminal Results. … Read Full…..

The only positives:

In all this hassle, there were a few things happening positive round the corner. In such circumstances even a small positive appears to be an enormous one for a person facing depression. I had lost my academic status and I had realized it by the end of 11th standard that I am not going to regain the momentum that I had lost. I am not going to regain the 1st rank ever in my school life. It’s not that I had accepted the defeat and succumbed to the downfall, but it was all about accepting God’s commandment. God was teaching me lessons of life, he was making me gold from cheap tin, and so I had to comply to his will. But at the same time God showed me some positives hidden in all these. I will enlist them one by one.

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The End

All in all, the two years were the worst academic years of my life with the worst results. But God made me see all this with me in his arms. I was so safe in his arms that these things couldn’t shatter me. Never in those 2 years I cried, because I knew I was in safe ends.

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Love & Regards,

Anish.

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