Two Years of Blogging

It gives me lot of happiness to inform you all that my blog “I Believe That” celebrates two years of its launch today.In two years of blogging, I’ve shared a number of articles, writings and poems with you all and I’ve been very fortunate to receive a lot of encouragement and appreciation from you. I’ve been too fortunate to receive your time and attention on my blog. I thank you all for your gracing my blog with your presence.I will continue my endeavour to present before you better writing work with even more zeal.

Hello All, It gives me lot of happiness to inform you all that my blog “I Believe That” celebrates two years of its launch today. It was launched on 10-10-2010.

In two years of blogging, I’ve shared a number of articles, writings and poems with you all and I’ve been very fortunate to receive a lot of encouragement and appreciation from you. Time is the most precious thing one can give. I’ve been too fortunate to receive your time and attention on my blog. I thank you all for your gracing my blog with your presence. I also thank you for your continual support in my writing endeavour. I hope I continue to receive it in future too. I will continue my endeavour to present before you better writing work with even more zeal.

I wont forget to thank all my friends who have written on my blog as guests writers and blessed my blog. I also thank everyone who’ve periodically checked my blog for posts and have graced it with their comments and feedback.

Thank you all. Seeking your wishes and blessings…

Love & Regards,

Anish.

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The day that changed it all…

It was 8th July, 2011 – the day of BRANCH CHANGE, a religious day in DDU, when you could wash all your previous academic sins by diving in the river of BRANCH CHANGE. I dove, not with a will but with obligations. Read more as I elaborate about my Branch Change from IT to CE.

“May I come in sir?” I asked bending down a little and maintaining a tone as servile as possible.

A spectacled face nodded as the torso bearing it comforted itself on a chair in the Registrar’s office. He was the Exam Controller of the University. I entered the office.

“Yes, I am Anish Desai, ID Number so and so” I said repeating after the Exam Controller as he read out those details from a pamphlet.

“So you want a branch change?” he asked looking up to me. He as looked up, I had not only his attention but also the attention of two other people in the office sitting with him. They were the Dean and the Registrar.

In a nervous voice I said, “Yes sir.” I stopped, but then continued as I felt their eyes getting reflexes from the brain, which had in turn received a message from the ears which wanted to hear some more words from me. “I am currently in IT. I want a branch change to CE.”, I added.

“You’re in SFI; there are seats in CE SFI. You’re okay with it?” the Dean said. “Yes sir, Yes Sir” I said again in a submissive tone just to give my impression as a usual tamed DDU student.

“Okay, so find your name in the list and sign beside the ID number.” the Exam Controller said handing over the pamphlet which adorned his hands formerly. I did it ardently, holding the pen as gentle and carefully as I would hold my child immediately after it were born. “Okay, so from IT SFI to CE SFI”, he said. “Yes sir, correct. From IT SFI to CE SFI”.  It is always good to repeat things however boring it may seem when it comes to sensitive matters like branch change. “Okay it’s done, you can leave now”, the Dean said. “Thank you sir”, I said twice again bowing down as much as my back allowed, following the trend of servility in DDU students. I should have repeated it thrice though as there were three authorities, but they were people too high in stature to mind such petty things. I left the room with my nervous steps advancing towards the door.

Some fifty odd students waited outside, some of them in a queue of excitement and expectations of a BRANCH CHANGE. My eyes looked down, sad and bewildered over the panorama of past five minutes. My eyes looked for Bhargav, the person whom I called a best friend and actually meant the superlative it when I prefixed it with ‘FRIEND’. I rushed towards him, hugged him tight with my heart just overflowing with mixed emotions. We stayed clasped to each other from some thirty seconds. I shed a tear or two when I held my head on his shoulder, but manage to wipe them off so he couldn’t see them. I had a repute of a stud after all.

This was 8th July, 2011 – the day of BRANCH CHANGE, a religious day in DDU, when you could wash all your previous academic sins by diving in the river called – BRANCH CHANGE. I dove, not with a will but with obligations.

26th July 2010 was our first day in DDU. I had got my admission in IT Engineering, the branch I loved and was most passionate to get into. I kept announcing the merits of IT Engineering, some factual, some by my own fancy through various mediums – blogs, FB comments and ofcourse the best mode of publicity –WORD of MOUTH. I had got into DDU (DDIT), one of the most reputed Engineering Institutes the state had and I felt God had blessed me with more than I had prayed for. I was all quenched till 26th July 2010’s night till a conversation between me and dad happened.

I sat with mom dad that night, discussing about the orientation day in college, future life, placements and so much as a repercussion of my oven-fresh college mania. “So you finally get into DDIT, IT Engineering”, dad said with a neutral sigh. “Yes, I do. Feels good.” I said in my reply. “We had filled for Computer Engineering in choice filling right? You didn’t get it though.” he said reminding me that I had not made into one of the highest cut-off options of admissions. “Yes, but IT is almost like CE. You’ve same subjects, same job prospects, just the name differs. It’s equally good” I said expressing my content for IT. “Okay, so IT is final right, you cannot get a change, reshuffling something?” he said in semi-inquisitive tone. “Well yes, there are things like BRANCH CHANGE. You come into some Top 5 in your branch as the VC said in his speech and you’re offered a BRANCH CHANGE” I said informing. “Oh okay, but Top 5…. Seeing your hard work so far, I don’t think you’re gonna make it anyway.” he scoffed. I had paused for several minutes before my next reply as I felt extremely ridiculed. He said the previous statement as if I had flunked in my 12th standard. “Well, let’s see”, I gave an uninteresting reply to end a conversation which I was not liking any more.

I had forgotten this conversation and commenced my DDU Days. But that conversation had conquered my second mind (the one which Paulo Coelho talks about in “The Valkyries”). Unconsciously I had been thinking about that all day and night till a year. I never wanted to mug and cram in college like the so called brilliant ones do. Studying every day, regular journals, assignments and homework were something that Anish never did. I didn’t spoil my own image in my mind and continued not doing things that a typical Anish never did. But still I somehow scored well in exams by God’s grace. I scored even more lavishly in the 2nd Sem. I was informed about my 2nd Sem results on phone by Bhargav.

I was in Mumbai then in Oberoi Mall, Goregaon with her. I was discussing life with her and life was what came up soon then. I informed her of my results and we celebrated together, the best thing that could ever happen to me. I had previously informed her that I would not want a branch change. I wanted to be IT’s kid. If I took a branch change, I would feel like a traitor. There was a Prof. in IT department who had some good feelings for me. I performed well in his subject and he had been very good, kind and concerned about me. He was once very happy as I had solved a tough program and he told me, “You know, I see a bright future for you. I will be seeing you till 8th Sem. And I see you getting a very good placement.” I felt like a son to him. He felt like a father who was telling his son that he would one day find a very good girl for him. But as soon as the thought of branch change came to my mind, I felt like that son who would be informing his father that he had already found a girl for himself.

5th July 2011 – the college reopened in third semester. The notice on center foyer read that the branch change forms were now available. That night I asked dad if I should apply for one. “Ofcourse” he said. The next day I filled the branch change form with preferences and submitted, taking a leap of faith. Two days from 6th to 8th July, I thought and thought relentlessly. I had parents on one end, who might be extremely happy I could get into CE. DDIT’s CE had one of the highest cut-offs in the state and no wonder why people went too gaga about it. Their happiness is what had meant the most in my life. Seeing a smile on their face was my 1st Rank and my FIRST CLASS DISTINCTION. Hardly anything else could make them happier than my BRANCH CHANGE to CE. On the other end, I imagined a girl who was waiting for me to be hers, my wife-to-be who also meant the most to me. I had to be able enough to take her responsibility. That meant having better placements and better job prospects. Most of my friends suggested that CE had all that. I hardly needed any more incentives to make my mind up for CE, provided it was offered to me.

Time and destiny opened their cards on 8th July, 2011. The BRANCH CHANGE merit list was put up in the morning that day; I was 7th in the list. The rumors said TOP 10 in the list made it. The offer came and I accepted. I hugged Bhargav, the person whom I was going to miss the most in CE. “You’re not in IT, but CE now.” I said to myself several times before I dialed mom and dad to give them the news. Needless to cite that they were more than happy. Mom did notice the ‘speaking silence’ in my voice. Ofcourse mothers are mothers, they can beat Gods too, and sons are mere mortals.

The day had changed a lot of things. I entered DDU as IT’s baby but I will pass out as CE’s product. IT had given me a lot – Friends, Well Wishers and above all, its investment of lifetime in me –THE MEMORIES. I still miss all that. But at the same time let me tell you, I’ve received a lot of love from my friends in CE too. They made me feel equally ‘their and there’. It’s a year today since then and the saga is still on. But 8th July was one day that had changed it all. I woke up as an IT Engineer and I slept being a Computer Engineer…

Love & Regards,

Anish.

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Kevi Rite Jaish: A Gujarati and a Gujarati’s Film

The time moved but Gollywood didn’t. In Bollywood, Basanti, Mala, Rupa etc. later turned to Basil, Malaika and Ronny respectively but Gollywood’s Radha just remained Radha irking the spectator’s senses in most of the Gujju film titles like “Radha Tara Vina Mane Gamtu Nathi” or “Radha odhi Main chundadi Tara Naam ni”. But suddenly there descends a totally unconventional path breaking Gujju flick titled “Kevi Rite Jaish” on the box office, just like a radiant planet amongst several somber stars in the sky of Gollywood. Kevi Rite Jaish – an epoch making Gujarati film which has just arrived at the Cinema Halls has raised the bar of Gujarati Cinema to a billion folds in all aspects – be it the coherent way of telling a brilliantly scripted story, be it the flawless cinematography captured over the horizon of urban Ahmedabad or be it the rejuvenating music (which again is completely different from those in old Gujju films, yet preserving the “Gujarati Asmita”). Read more as I review the film in different aspects.

                  The sky is adorned with countless stars but, not of all them twinkle. At a personal level I feel, most of them are just to fill up the bare sky. But there comes a time in a year, when there comes a radiant planet shining bright amidst the sombre stars and leaves the masses and spectators in awe by its flamboyance. In an era where Bollywood prefers just urban locations of Delhi and Mumbai and many a times New York – London lush streets, Gollywood (The Gujarati Film Industry) torments the audience with dull rural locations. Location wouldn’t have been that big issue, if there was something else to compensate. But Gollywood so far has disappointed the audiences in all arenas, showing a cult male lead with a bulgy belly clad in ‘Kediya’ and the female in ‘Chaniya Choli’ regardless of the story or message of the film.

            The time moved but Gollywood didn’t. In Bollywood, Basanti, Mala, Rupa etc. later turned to Basil, Malaika and Ronny respectively but Gollywood’s Radha just remained Radha irking the spectator’s senses in most of the Gujju film titles like “Radha Tara Vina Mane Gamtu Nathi” or “Radha odhi Main chundadi Tara Naam ni”. But suddenly there descends a totally unconventional path breaking Gujju flick titled “Kevi Rite Jaish” on the box office, just like a radiant planet amongst several somber stars in the sky of Gollywood.

                I believe, Kevi Rite Jaish – an epoch making Gujarati film which has just arrived at the Cinema halls has raised the bar of Gujarati Cinema to a billion folds in all aspects – be it the coherent way of telling a brilliantly scripted story, be it the flawless cinematography captured over the horizon of urban Ahmedabad or be it the rejuvenating music (which again is completely different from those in old Gujju films, yet preserving the “Gujarati Asmita”). Not just these technical aspects of film making, but the elegant performances delivered with an aplomb by a well-maneuvered blend of veteran and new faces just can’t keep the audiences refrained from going gaga over the film.

                Coming to the performances of the actors, they’ve been almost flawless. Everyone in the frame contributed to the plot as much as the leads did. Veterans like Rakesh Bedi, Tom Alter, Anang Desai, and Kenneth Desai deliver performance as high as expected by the audiences who have seen them over the years. Freshers too don’t disappoint at all. Divyang Thakkar, the male lead is brilliantly juxtaposed in Harish Patel’s character. He looks a typical Amdvadi Patel youth who’s too much into US stuff, ofcourse just due to his father. The expression he hurls towards the camera when he’s stumped seeing the NRI girl heralds the audience about his mystic performance which follows in the film ahead. Veronica Gautam as Ayushi Patel is not at all bad. She’s looks cute and delivers her part as given by the director. Even the supporting casts which play Harish’s friends have given their best and just add to the bonding developed between the white screen and the pushback chairs.

                It will be really unfair if I end hurling these praises to “Kevi Rite Jaish” without mentioning about the music. All the tracks in the film are well composed and sung equally well but the ones which shine out are “Aa Safar” (sung by Parthiv Gohel and Aishwarya Majmudar) and the modified rock version of “Pankhida” (the famous Gujarati garba transfigured to a US-maniac’s version).

                “Unconventional” is the apt epithet for “Kevi Rite Jaish” is what I feel. The reason being, director Abhishek Jain and story writer Anish Shah have kept the film totally devoid of cinematic clichés. In most of the Bollywood films where the hero majestically enters the frame on a stylish high cc bike, the lead in Kevi Rite Jaish crusades on the Amdavadi streets on a simple “Honda Activa” with the female lead sitting behind as much satiated as she would have been on a bike.

                Another adjective which I think is appropriate to confer upon “Kevi Rite Jaish” is – COMPLETE. The film is an absolutely complete package of entertainment for audiences of all age groups. (YES! All age groups. I saw the film @ Cinepolis, Alpha One Mall, and the auditorium had kids, youths, mid-aged as well as SENIOR CITIZENS too in balanced numbers). The film is well composed with all elements of good cinema like – COMEDY, ROMANCE, EMOTIONS, and FAMILY DRAMA etc. And the credit for this goes to the director for carrying all these tastes along with the main agenda of the film which is “getting visa for US”. The hero romances with the heroine but again there has to be “US jau che” in that, small disputes in family but again revolving around “US jau che” and comedy ofcourse pertaining to “US jau che”. Not for a moment the film has disorientated from its subject and the director and the screenplay writer have to be lauded for this.

                Lastly, if you’ve read the title of the article carefully, I’ve titled it as “Kevi Rite Jaish: A Gujarati and a Gujarati’s film”. Well a Gujarati film because of the dialogues being delivered in Gujarati, but a Gujarati’s film because of the way the film seamlessly bonds with every Gujarati seeing it. Had the director just wanted to make a film in Gujarati language, he would have chosen a city like Mumbai also where most of the films are shot and then narrate a story about a Patel there. But no, as I mentioned earlier, the cast of Kevi Rite Jaish has kept the film totally devoid of conventions. There was an unwritten rule in Indian cinema that a hero can take the heroine on a stride just to a “Khau Gali” in Mumbai or a “Chandni Chawk” in Delhi. But Kevi Rite Jaish has defied all these conventions in a magnificent manner. Director Abhishek Jain chooses Ahmedabad’s famous eating junction – “Manek Chawk” and leaves audience in a pleasant awe. Mention of staple Gujarati dishes like Khakhra-Thepla, just strengthens the connection which the film establishes with the audience just in a few minutes after its commencement.

              The dialogues have been written with utter sensitivity with a tinge of wit which just strike point blank at the Gujju hearts. There are dialogues in Amdavadi slang which are well aimed at Gujarati youths. For instance, when Harish (the male lead) gets a call from his girlfriend his friends start teasing him and try to hamper the phone conversation, immediately then a frustrated Harish in response says, “Haa, aao, badha mali ne lai lo maari”. And needless to cite the youths in the theatre whistled like uncultured goons at this. But not their fault, as the dialogue writer’s arrow had hit the right target. We’ve heard a lot of mundane dialogues in Hindi cinema which a hero uses to express his love for his mother, but again the director hits a master-stroke by involving the gujju weakness – FOOD in the most emotional dialogue. For instance, in the end when Harish (the male lead) finds his mother at the airport and wants to tell her the reason for not boarding the flight to US, he says “Mummy tara khakhra ane Thepla na bhaar j etlo hato ke, eni saathe hu America kevi rite jai shaku”. I remember, at this amazing dialogue the audience in the theatre had three simultaneous reactions – their eyes wet, a smile of emotional joy and finally a hearty applaud.

To all those would want to now ask me about how much would I like to rate the film on 5; I would brazenly decline to do the honors, for I believe “Kevi Rite Jaish” is an unparalleled Gujarati ecstasy which is meant to be just savored and not rated boss!

P.S. An appeal to all brethren who even know Gujarati (and of course my fellow Amdavadis), this is a MUST-WATCH. If you miss it, you miss one of the best contemporaries ever made in not just Gujarati but Indian cinema!

Love & Regards,

Anish.

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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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Uninstalling Linux: The “Dabang” Way

You might come across multitude of articles over the net on how to INSTALL Ubuntu, but ones guiding its UNINSTALLATION might be really scarce. But, this blog post of mine aims to be one amongst those scarce ones. Here below I will present a method on UNINSTALLING any Linux installation.

Disclaimer: This blog post is not at all intended to spark up a debate on whether Linux is a good OS or it should be installed/uninstalled.

                Hello friends, a new blog post in after a really small gap. Well, a recent encounter with Ubuntu made me write this one. This one is for all who love playing with different Operating System. It shall have some technical terms in it. So if you hate technical stuff you might not want to strain your eyes more over here. Anyways, here I go.

                Linux is a coherent OS having myriad fans for its various variants. (But I am not one!). I recently installed one of the very popular distributions of Linux – Ubuntu 12.04 (alongside Windows 7, Dual boot mode). However, the installation had some problems, so after booting successfully twice, the third time it didn’t. I have always hated the GRUB boot loader (though being robust), for the messy way it lists all the OS at the startup. After I realized that there was no human way I could fix the Ubuntu installation, I made my mind to UNINSTALL it. You might come across multitude of articles over the net on how to INSTALL Ubuntu, but ones guiding its UNINSTALLATION might be really scarce. But, this blog post of mine aims to be one amongst those scarce ones. Here below I will present a method on UNINSTALLING any Linux installation (I will use Ubuntu as a reference here).

                The first fierce step towards Uninstalling LINUX is DELETE THE PARTITION. Yes, you read it correct. You shall first delete the partition on which you installed Linux. If you’re using Windows 7, this can be done by Control Panel->Administrative Tools->Computer Management->Disk Management->Storage.  See the partition on which Linux is installed, right click and select “Delete Volume”. (Don’t forget to back up any data that resides on that partition before you delete it). Now, the fun in doing this is, after you delete this partition, the next time you turn your PC on, IT WONT BOOT. Yes, you will realize that you just screwed your PC up. (That is why I titled the blog post as “DABANG” way). The reason for this is, when you install Linux, you install its bootloader also (GRUB in most of the cases, some prefer LILO). Now, when you delete the partition on which Linux resides, you also delete its BOOTLOADER. Now, when the PC boots up the next time, it eventually won’t find a bootloader and hence it won’t BOOT! Awesome nahi??

                For such an awesome problem, we have an awesome solution. To fix this up, to get the Windows Installation booting with the windows bootloader at the startup, there’s a very easy procedure. I’m assuming you’re using Windows 7 (Almost, the same procedure applies for other Windows versions also). So, now you know your PC wont boot. So, what you got to do is, put the Installation CD of Windows 7 in the CD Tray. Reboot the PC and boot from the CD. Do some time-pass selecting the crap – Language, Time Zone, etc… After that you will have a dialog box shown below:

Select “Repair Windows” in the dialog below. It will then search for existing windows installation and show the ones it finds in a new dialog.

Select the Windows Installation and click next.

(* There does exist an exception sometimes at this point. When you click on next, the prompt says something like “This version of repair can’t fix the windows installation you selected”. In this case, select the 2nd option in the dialog “Restore the Computer using an image…” . It won’t find an image and it will say “Image not found”. Click “Cancel”. And close the dialog. After you do that, it will automatically present you with the repair options)

Select “Command Prompt” from the repair options.

In command prompt, enter the following code:

bootsect /nt60 SYS /mbr

The code above, fixes up the corrupted Master Boot Record (due the deletion of Linux Partition). Now your MBR is updated, and the first entry points to Windows Bootloader. Type “exit” in the prompt and restart the system from the Repair dialog box.

Hence, now when you reboot the PC, you will be presented with Windows Boot Loader (if you have more than one OS still) or Windows 7 will directly boot as the first record in MBR points to Windows Boot Loader.

You will find things as they were and LINUX gone from your system.

This was a KILLER way to do things. Alternately, you can also do the same using EasyBCD (A Utility to configure the boot loader).

I loved doing this. Mainly because, the thrill you get when your PC is screwed up, the system doesn’t boot, you just seem to love the tension cropping up in your mind. Hope you liked reading it and I hope it would help you someday.

Love & Regards,

Anish.

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