The Wall Edition 2011 by The Wall

Blessings I am very pleased to know that the students of Ramrao Adik Institute of Technology, Nerul are bringing out the annual magazine of the Institute “The Wall ‟11”, keeping up the tradition of RAIT. The two sections of this magazine, the Marathi and the English, promise to reach out to many readers. The quality and content management in this issue has been done meticulously and the help from the College Faculty is appreciated. The effort of students of RAIT is praiseworthy. Their enthusiasm towards building this magazine has been very consistent. I bless them all for their excellent future career. With Blessings, Vijay Patil Chancellor, Dr. D.Y.Patil Group Navi Mumbai

Message from the Administration We have immense pleasure to acknowledge that the students of Ramrao Adik Institute of Technology, Nerul, Navi Mumbai, under the guidance of Prof. A.N. Nakra and other faculty members are bringing out a magazine of the institute “The Wall 11”. The magazine has come out due to their hard work, untiring efforts and enthusiasm. We highly appreciate the efforts of all of them and congratulate them for their excellent work in organizing both the sections, i.e. English and Marathi. The articles, which have been proof read by the ever helpful faculty, deal with a varied nature of topics. These include art, history, culture, music, technology and poetry. The magazine has been divided into sections for a more comprehensible reading experience. Once again, we convey our Heartiest Congratulations to all the members of Editorial Board for their excellent work.

SHRI UDAY S. SHENDE

DR. SATISH R. DEVANE

Director

Principal

Words of Praise I have immense pleasure to be associated with the Editorial Team of “The Wall” magazine, which is being published by a team of students of Ramrao Adik Institute of Technology, Nerul, Navi Mumbai. The students have worked very hard to bring out the magazine, making it a very worthy edition in terms of content and layout. I really have very high appreciation for the enthusiasm of our students and it is very refreshing to read their articles. The RAIT faculty has also assisted them any way that they could. I look forward to a warm reception of this magazine. I wish BEST OF LUCK to all the members of The Wall „11 Editorial Team for their bright future. Prof. A.N.Nakra Convener The Wall 2011

From The Editor The Wall „10/‟11 has been in the pipeline for months now. That has just given the Editorial Team more time to groom it, making us feel almost sickeningly emotional about this edition. Surprisingly we can‟t wait to distribute this little tyke to every student, teacher and parent in sight. Having problems Letting go anyone? Learn from Us. Early on, we had decided on a close knit and kindred team. It makes me extremely proud that such a team Did come together for this edition. We have brainstormed over almost everything that makes a magazine and absolutely Everything that has nothing to do with it. Together, armed with fragments of ideas and lots of Big aims, we started asking for articles from you folks. Virtually, the team expanded to everyone who contributed, right from the FEs to the busy BEs. The long talks over each and every article has given us an insight into what people like to read, what people think they Should read and what is Enormously funny. We have tried to make this edition about all three. Since it was a Word File called Draft1, The Wall „10/‟11 had been evolving into what the team thought it should be remembered as. We unanimously agreed it was not going to be a magazine that Stood for issues and tribulations. It was just going to be a mirror, as lively or dull as the people it spoke about. As lively Or dull as the college it hailed from. As it comes back from the printers and makes its way into your book shelves, we wish it is remembered as an honest attempt at a non-wanna-be-ish College Magazine. All of you are most welcome to give your opinions, add The Wall page to your profiles on networking sites, fan everything to do with the magazine, rave about it to friends and sleep with it under your pillows. Now, the emotional monologue. My team mates deserve to be called Exceptional and I am going to go ahead and Call them that. And why so, you ask. For the time they have given to this magazine, for the travelling, for the innumerable phone calls, for the repetitive editing, for the sheer dedication and lastly for wanting to make a superlative edition come to you. I would also like to whole-heartedly thank Shende Sir and Devane Sir whose guidance has given us faith and whose vision and belief have made us confident. Nakra Sir has been with us every step of the way, his insightful advice and glorious experiences constantly motivating us to better ourselves. We thank him and really hope to learn more from him even after this venture is over. Respected Mr Vijay Patil has given us unwavering support and we are in debt to him. The Wall Masons dearly miss Ex-Mason Arjun Kaushik. The Arjun Kaushik Award has been introduced for the Best Article in this edition. Mr. and Mrs. Kaushik, Parents of the beloved RAITian who was an amazing writer himself, shall award the best writer in this edition Rs. 1000 as a token of their appreciation. Arjun‟s love for the magazine was so refreshing... On a personal note, he had taken my interview and chosen me to become a Wall Mason. We are sure his memories are alive in every person that has met him. May he rest in peace. Sneha Das Editor THE WALL 2011

THE WALL COMMITTEE PATRON: Shri Vijay D. Patil, President, RAIT. ADVISOR: Shri Uday S. Shende, Director, RAIT. CONVENER: Dr. Satish R. Devane, Principal, RAIT. CO-CONVENER cum CHIEF EDITOR: Prof. A. N. Nakra EDITOR-IN-CHARGE: Sneha Das – Computers Dept. MANAGING EDITOR: Surabhi Srivastava – Electronics and Telecommunications Dept. CREATIVE EDITOR: Shibani Sharma – Computers Dept. TECHNICAL EDITOR: S.P. Prashant – Electronics Dept. FEATURES WRITER: Akash Chatterjee – Electronics Dept. CONTENT IN-CHARGE: Sagnik Roychowdhury – Information Technology Dept. MARATHI EDITORIAL TEAM: Chaitali Patil – Computers Dept. Wardha Bhagwat - Computers Dept.

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Arjun Kaushik

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The best article in this edition of The Wall will be chosen for The Arjun Kaushik Award. Mr. and Mrs. Kaushik, Arjunâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s parents, will be giving the writer of the said article a cash prize of Rs. 1000/- and a certificate of acknowledgment. Arjun was a beloved Wall Mason who had helped this magazine rediscover its roots and had been an enthusiastic senior to all present Masons. He always wanted the magazine to be as fresh and original as possible, with more content penned by RAIT-ians themselves. His own articles were a hit amongst everyone. Even after his demise, his memories continue to encourage us to take more of an initiative and be creative and true to our credentials. Thank you Arjun for being the guy that you were, and thank you Mr. and Mrs. Kaushik for taking this initiative that has motivated all of us.

IEEE The Barzinis of college committees, the IEEE-RAIT enjoys the strongest brand value among the technical societies. This, combined with a strongly knitted core committee, ensures a high membership rate among juniors. An IEEE membership guarantees a student access to online technical archives, opportunity to organize events throughout the year and eventually a rewarding post for the hard working. The inner working of the IEEE is, by general opinion, very secretive and thus ends up generating curious interest in students in working for the committee. The IEEE organizes two fests in a year, Whizion during the odd semester and 360 degrees, a multi-college collaboration, during the even semester. The fests themselves are grand and attract participants from various colleges around Mumbai. The multilevel robotics event is the pioneer of all events in these fests and the committee works hard in putting up innovativ ely designed tracks. Apart from this, the IEEE organizes technical seminars-drawing in names as big as AnkitFadia- from time to time and also releases 'Brackets', a technical magazine in the even semester. CSI Computer Society of India (CSI) is another technical committee, the only difference being its main focus remains on everything related to computers. The CSI maintains a squeaky clean image among the students and management alike, which remains one of its main reasons of success. The committee is fairly transparent in its operation and has a cautious well planned approach in its working. The members enjoy working in the friendly environment and this brings out the best in them. The CSI also organizes two fests in a year, Techmate during the odd semester and Techknow during its even semester. These fests match the granduer of those organized by the IEEE in size as well as quality. The events include an array of software related competitions to innovative fun events. The CSI organizes seminars with reputed software names like Microsoft, thus exposing the college students to new exciting ideas. The society also releases a magazine-'Cozine'-during the even semester. ISA The ISA is a committee native to the Instrumentation branch. Owing to the limited number of seats in the branch and the lure of bigger societies, the membership in the society remains low when compared to the others. But what it lacks in number the working members more than make up for it with their sheer determination and hard work. The ISA organizes only one fest in the academic year i.e. Niyantran. The quali ty of the fest is no less than any other fest in the college, and attracts student from all over Mumbai. The dedication of the committee is responsible for the ISA still being among one of the pioneers technical committees in college and will continue to do so with their sincere efforts.

SUC The premier committee of the college, the Student Union Council was formed with an aim of being a Voice of the students towards the management. The SUC is perhaps the most influential committee in college, and is responsible for putting up RAITs signature fest, Horizon at the beginning of the even semester. Apart from the Horizon the SUC also organizes the FE night, the Rose/Saree days etc. The operation of the SUC is not too known by the average student .They surface during the Festival season and recruiting in mass for publicity and volunteership, making genuine efforts to put up a grand festival. A post in the SUC is perhaps the most coveted post in the college with instant fame and popularity as the reward. But along with it, thereâ&#x20AC;&#x;s the responsibility of being the premier core committee in the college.

Kalaraag Kalaraag is the pioneer cultural committee in the college. Kalaraag is an art powerhouse with members highly talented in various art forms like singing, dance, drama etc. Kalaraag members work dedicatedly to represent the college in various state and district level competitions and winning quite a few along the way. Kalaraag RAIT is perhaps most well known outside the campus. The trophies and laurels this group has won for the college is unprecedented. The rehearsals for the shows is perpetually on and the members are heard or seen practicing all over the campus. The talent they recruit is very heartening.

RAIT Music Committee RAIT and music have been synonymous for the past many years.RAIT was born from the legacy of brilliant musicians having emerged from our very own â&#x20AC;&#x153;Jam Roomâ&#x20AC;?. The RAIT music committee plans to promote budding musicians and performers alike so that they can nurture their talents and groom their skills as a musician. They welcome all eager musicians and singers who wish to perform at a bigger stage. RAIT MC plans to take 'Aakarshan', our music talent festival, to a whole new level so as to bring out musicians, hiding in the nooks and corners of RAIT's classrooms. Also RAIT MC plans to introduce periodic informal unplugged musical sessions, highlighting a particular musician each session.

RAIT Alumni Association

Our Alums never forget RAIT as they are RAITians all their life. Some bonds are never broken.The RAIT Alumni Association (RAA) is instrumental in strenghthening this bond. The RAA acts as a bridge between the Alumni, the current students and the college management. The Association helps our Alumunus re-connect with the college and provides a platform for meaningful enriching interactions between the students and the Alumni. There is an annual Homecoming organized for all the Alumni which is the best opportunity for a funfilled evening with loads to learn. If you have the ambition to move up the career ladder, the RAA can equip you with internships, recommendations and jobs. There are Alumni talks and guest lectures organized periodically by the RAA which provide great insight into the corporate world. The RAIT Alumni Mentorship Program (RAMP) is another such initiative wherein the students have the opportunity to be mentored by one of our established Alums. The annual RAIT Alumni Magzine [RAM] contains experiences of our Alumni and great tips to fast track your careers. Get a chance to interact one on one with VPs, CEOs, founders of muti -crore companies and top notch corporates by volunteering with the RAA. You get hands on experience organizing events and certificates and recommendations that go great on your rĂŠsumĂŠ. Stay connected with your batchmates even years after you graduate by simply registering on the Alumni website: http://alumni.rait.ac.in and stay in the loop by getting updates of the latest happenings in college and invites to events like the AWlumni-Reunion. You can also follow us on facebook, twitter and linkedin. Know.Connect.Work. Contact: http://alumni.rait.ac.in Vijay Sharma-RAA GS 9220699010 Azriel Samson- RAA Treasurer 9004136443

By Professor A.N. Nakra RAIT

Pointers

Women in IT sector The present age is of IT related companies that have opened many doors of employment for both males and females. The groundbreaking thing about these companies is that they have ushered in an era where women are given preference over their male counterparts---a trend that was largely unheard of before. I have tried to compile my assessment of the situation, pointing out the probable reasons that the IT sector is so women-friendly. 1. Girls have better soft skills and their behavior at work places is mostly impeccable. 2. They are less likely to create Union problems and hold unnecessary strikes. 3. Sincerity is an inherent quality in most women and they have a greater sense of balance. 4. They are known to be neat and up-to-date in their work. 5. They have a more stable state of mind, thus keep their jobs for a longer duration. More loyalty can be expected from women than men. 6. Women are far less likely to take unnecessary leaves and vacations. 7. Women are found to be more creative and come up with innovative solutions to problems. This is the time for girls to go out there and bag their dream careers. It is time to let your ambition rise and rule the corporate world! The Placement Cell The Placement season is on and there is frenzy among the students to get the most coveted offers. A good and efficient Placement Cell ensures good companies and a good rapport between the students and faculty looking over the placements. Thus, it is important for educational institutions that offer graduation and post-graduation degrees to have a competent dedicated Recruitment Unit. Every company wants to hire a smart and inspired engineer with a sincere desire to work his best. The Campus Recruitment /Placement Cell of technical colleges is a dedicated unit with a team of faculty members and students which aims at bringing the best offers to the students. Firstly, you should know what the goals and tasks of Placement Cell are. 1. To establish connection and maintain coordination with various organizations looking to recruit. 2. Data back up operation to keep tab of students and their qualifications. There is a part of the Cell that takes care of online tasks like gathering information on companies, sending emails, e-invites etc. 3. To have good organizing capabilities. Make sure the mic, LCDs and projectors work fine. 4. Hospitality and Reception make for an important job in the Placement Cell. The visiting executives should not have uncomfortable situation while conducting the recruitment processes. 5. Members should also be educated in the background information of the com panies they approach, their relations, offers etc. 6. The students must have a dynamite personality with great chemistry with team members.

Keys to Success The growth of the IT sector has been unprecedented. The quality of employers and employees has also changed. There is much greater affinity between the two since the advancement of IT sector. A sense of fellowship is advocated in IT companies and it makes for one of the reasons why IT is growing as an industry in a way no could have predicted. The reasons for some companies to make it big and others to not reach up to the mark are actually quite basic. What is required of a company to succeed? Here are a few. 1. Desire to Win

The intensity of the desire to succeed in the market is a major differentiating factor between good and average companies. It has a trickle down effect which makes efficiency the call of the day in every field and task the company takes up. Everyday is a challenge and an opportunity to win. 2. Choosing Sensitivity over Force

A good workplace environment increases the productivity of the employers by leaps and bounds. Employers that respect and understand the constraints and qualities of their employees are known to be more successful than those who use ultimatums and threat. It is necessary to imbibe a sense of civility and general niceness in people with higher posts. 3. Unyielding Integrity

Being committed and punctual goes a long way in creating a good reputation. Good relations between clients and servers most often than not leads to long lasting business deals and word of mouth publicity which goes a long way in getting ahead. Delivering products on time is crucial in this respect. Honesty and fairness in part of the server is expected and should be delivered.. 4. A Superior Quality of Employees

A company is as good or as bad as the employees it recruits. It is essential that while filtering potential employees, the Human Resource executives know which traits to look for. The employee should be Knowledgeable, punctual, soft spoken and cooperati ve. He should be capable of making thoughtful and considerate decisions. Outstanding academic credentials aregreat stepping stones as they ensure thorough knowledge of different fields,

BEWARE OF ANGER! By Anupama S Shenoy Communication Skills Lecturer “When you are in the right, You can afford to keep your temper, And when you are in the wrong, You can not afford to lose it.” Losing one‟s temper at the drop of a hat is a common trait in people. Anger can manifest in many ways…people resort to abusive language to demean others or exhibit road rage or enter into quarrelsome arguments etc. All this can make the world a very ugly place to inhabit. Modern people especially are prone to bad temper. Anger and discontent go hand in hand whether it is at home or at the work place. It‟s a sign of loss of control and lack of maturity in a person. Anger leads to the destruction of self esteem, both of the perpetrator as well as the victim. It also leads to broken relationships, negativity and turmoil. Therefore, anger has to be controlled in the best way possible. However, anger can be expressed in several ways. There is the petulant anger of a spoiled child, when he is denied the object of his desire like a favourite toy; there is the suppressed anger of the subordinates against their superiors that ultimately can lead to revolutions; there is the overt aggression shown by superiors towards their subordinates in the work place. Some times anger and outrage are also expressed through a mass struggle like it happened in our country during the freedom struggle or like it is happening in Egypt against the autocratic rule of Hosni Mubarak. This means that anger can be put to good use if it is channelised properly for a good cause. There is also a type of anger typical of the youth which is generally directed against the prevailing social systems of the day. The youth are natural rebels and have little time for corrupt or ineffective practices and thus there are several “angry young men” like the character of Amitabh Bachchan in the iconic Zanjeer where he strives hard to change a decadent system. There is one more type of anger that occurs on busy roads and in heavy traffic. We also call this as road rage, when drivers purposely go all out to harm others on the road due to their impatience and irritation. Political parties use the legitimate anger of people as tools to manipulate events and some times it leads to large scale destruction of lives and property. Uncontrolled anger has never really helped anyone. It has only served to wipe out reason from the world. For example, Hitler‟s anger against the Jews resulted in the genocide of the Jews and lead to a shameful period in world history. All our experiences prove that anger must be controlled and if it has to be expressed, it should be done in an appropriate manner in a non-invasive, positive way, thus helping us to give vent to our emotions. This helps us to become well adjusted members of a civilised society. To improve our anger management skills we can take up meditation, acquire soft skills through training, participate in self developmentprogrammes, attend value education classes from childhood itself and read from the spiritual sources. Long ago, a friend at school had written a message in my autograph book, “beware of anger- it is only one letter short of danger.” These words ring true even to this day.

First Day Done with schooling. 14/15 years of lining up for assemblies, making sure your shoes are shining, your hair is mundanely sober and your uniform is crisp are behind you now. You are of legal age for driving (the fairer sex of legal age to marry). It is time that we stepped out of the cocoon, that was, our schooling life. And advance into the real world, into the wild. First days of college are never the most memorable ones, at least not for the good reasons. Proud of turning 18, the fact that the first day in a new college makes one feel so vulnerable is paradoxical, when held in context to the recently gained adulthood. We are apprehensive. Timid. The inevitable threat of ragging does nothing to calm our nerves. Especially when certain teachers are indifferent to it (I will not take names). First year students huddle together when in public; and if they can help it, they stay put in their classrooms. But, this picture that I am painting, held good a few years back. Situations now are radically different. The notorious stories of RAIT ragging that gave this college a legendary status are all but literal legends now. Today, the degree of ragging in this college is nearly nil. I'm sure the FEs would agree. But even though ragging has been eliminated from the equation, it leaves a lot to be desired, for the FEs. Neither academics nor tomfoolery register in the brain of a (normal) first dayer. First dayers, unequivocally, are missing their high schools and the atmosphere that they were used to in high school. Some of them may put on a brave face and refuse this, but they are lying.

Adjustment is an issue for most. Finding friends, or rather, like -minded people, is a

quest. Because, once you find them, it will be something that you would be cherishing for 4 years. Many of the FEs are not Mumbaikars, coming to this place from far flung corners of the country. They have it tougher, and they know it. Unless they are familiar to someone, first dayers would be prejudiced against the college, to a certain extent. Majority of them would find faults with the classrooms, the labs. But this is before they realize that there is more to this college than all that. It is no secret that, barring a very few FEs, most of them, on the first day, just want to get the heck out of here and head home. This is understandable. But all of this mirrors a true essence of life...a precipice over which we have to jump...to alter our surroundingsâ&#x20AC;Śfor progression...for the greater good. Forgive me for getting philosophical... Most of us seniors never liked college on the first day. But we have loved it ever since. For the FEs who have had trouble adjusting in college, there is something you might want to knowThere is but one similarity between the first day of college and the last. And this similarity is also the difference. On your first day, most of you are reminiscing, longingly about your high school, your past. On your last day, you will be reminiscing, longingly about your 4 years in college, your past.

FE N ight An evening that people anticipate and are apprehensive about in equal numbers.An evening which attempts to familiarize the first years with certain intricacies of college life.Another reason for the seniors to let their hair down.Quite literall y. Traditionally, â&#x20AC;&#x153;FE night" usually starts off in early evening. Adhering to tradition, FE night 2010 kicked off barely half an hour after our beloved teachers left for home, all of them quite aware of the fact that the day's low attendance throughout college, owed a lot to this momentous event. The evening/night started off with a few stalwarts of the college band, or in a greater sense, people belonging to the musical fraternity of RAIT, getting the rather shy crowd warmed up, FEs, or otherwise, coaxed to come up on stage to perform randomly. Ensuing an avalanche of paper balls from the audience watching on. Some of us seniors actually recognized the contents of these makeshift missiles, as assignments or test papers that we had submitted in the previous years. So FEs--everything you write this year, will be rolled up and used in the same way in next year's FE night. So if any of you has a fetish for collecting shreds of what you are currently writing for your files...well you know where to begin your search.This perplexing congregation was just the prelude to what people were waiting for.

The crowd, as in any FE night, started to build up as the prom night drew near. In effect, only around 30 couples had "officially" registered for this. But owing to experience, I knew that around 30 more would actually turn up. And as

usual, as the couples were asked to come up and enter the dance-floor that had been reserved for them, the SUC members were presented the dilemma of controlling the suddenly exponentially escalating number of couples. Refusa l of entry was not an option, so eventually everyone (including singles) was allowed to enter the area around the DJ. The result was a myriad of gyrating bodies, with no room to maneuver. It became a challenge to twirl your prom, without making her collide with around 10 people, who were within the radius of your twirl. But, no one complained and the frivolities went on. Those who were single for the evening asked random singles of the opposite (and same) sex, for a dance. All in all, it was a rather heady affair, in the midst of an impressive discotheque - esque ambience.

But to the dismay of most, the prom night was officially called to a close by the organizers, probably a bit earlier than the people were expecting. For obvious reasons, there was a chorus of boos at this announcement. So in effect, most of the lovebirds headed out, deciding to continue their evening elsewhere. Thereafter, the DJ night, as it was called, was poorly attended, as compared to the prom night. Half an hour of head banging later, the DJ ran out of ideas, and the music was stopped. Most of the remaining people left for clubbing and what not. A certain percentage stayed back in campus...car stereos the substitute for a DJ. There was merriment all around...if you know what I mean. A few people mistook the RAIT lawn for their inviting beds...and promptly departed for dreamland. FE night had officially ended. But the college campus was at our mercy for the night. Thatâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s RAIT. Gotta love it, eh!? So, as the early hours of the 2nd of October were realized, people were left with a kaleidoscope of emotions. Some reliving their evening with their prom.Some ruing the missed opportunity of asking a special one out. Some excited about next year already. And some chagrined that it was their last (if you are a BE).

And there were some...who were

incapable of delicate thoughts for now...they were busy enjoying the grass of our lawn.

S ubmissions The days that follow the announcement and precede the dates are eventful, to say the least. A roller-coaster for the body, mind and soul. Almost everything that happens in a semester seems to happen in these few days. Bargains are established. (I have those notes you wanted. I’ll see if I can bring those for you…btw, tera RFCD ka journal poorakarkehuakya?) Friendships are made. (A: Earphone de naek. Pak gaya. Shit! Ye song!I love the band re! What else do u follow?) Friendships are exploited. (A: Eywo assignment scan karke mail karna! B: Dude, its 2! In the morning! A: I know! I don’t have much time..aadheghantemeinbhej de.) Managerial skills are sharpened. ( Mera first page ho gaya, ye tule..aye! secondwala la idhar! Jaldilikh be bohothai!) Pens are bought. Pens are borrowed. Pens vanish. Same goes for the rest of the stationary paraphernalia. Xerox shops are forever over-flowing. People turn nocturnal for the sole purpose of blindly copying pages after pages of words they don’t even read, some of which (so distorted from numerous modifications made as they pass from hand to hand) don’t even exist.

And the morning after a few sleepless nights, disoriented individuals are found falling asleep in buses (has happened), or randomly stumbling on even grounds (has happened). All imaginable places where one could sit in the college are always occupied. Frustrated, heart-felt curses fly left, right and center. You get the stink-eye for not sharing the assignment. You give the stink-eye if they don’t share the assignment. Insane spasms of loathing erupt within on catching even a glimpse of the smug smile of the ones with certified-journals. And you thought you were the most loving person. Index sheets are begged for, stolen from.

And then, there’s the final revenge of the professors-the perpetual unavailability when one is, finally, all set for certifications. But of course, there is the sense of achievement that makes it all worth it. (The desire for a decent term work helps too!)

Neurosis and Results If you were to visit RAIT during result time, you’d be greeted by scores of fidgety and nervous people randomly fluctuating between shouting to vent out anxiety or going into silent mode anticipating the worst. Paranoia haunts every mind, rarely you find people optimistic about what awaits. A lot of knuckle-cracking, repentance on taking the previous exam lightly, silent vows to mend ways here-on, and general prickly tension follows…And the ‘Displaying of The Results’. Classic way to end the suspense. Bad quality papers with hundreds of name written alphabetically are put up on the wall at the entrance. Even while the results are being ‘stuck’ up, there is a headlong rush of people on a common impulse-yes that’s right, we have stampedes twice a year. Believe it or not, brave RAIT-ians all of us, we still manage to hunt down our names, note down marks on our palms, on arms, on any free plane we see. A lot of comparing, swearing (very straight-from-the-heart type) and the rare gleeful YES! (the ultimate acknowledgment of victory), follows invariably. The thriller comes to an end and the audiences subjected to it either cry out in gusto…or in sheer despair. But then, things do turn back to normal, you know, the good vows are broken sooner than seems possible and the cycle is allowed to continue. Hail these times that remind us there’s a heart in the rib cage…a reminder more effective than any other in college.

RO SE D AY Rose Day, definitely one of the things to look forward to in the even semester. Also known as the Saree/Tie day. So that explains why it needs so much preparation and lengthy discussions. You don’t think so? Then you haven’t been in RAIT long enough. Preparations for the Rose Day begin much before the day comes. Cards are brought from SUC members and flowery notes are written, addressed to a crush or even a friend…Or a random person someone may want to surprise. Then ensue conversations between groups of excited girls about what color, texture, length, make, design and a zill ion other qualifications their saree should meet, before they finally choose something they hadn’t mentioned ever before. Some

play it easy and clip on a tie. Smart, too. The Rose day is predominately about Cameras. The morning sees the campus full of students in colorful attire, posing Everywhere with roses and friends. Or alone.With roses. It’s Rose Day! The lectures? Needless to say, they are cancelled. The compliments are thrown around, people are smiling, there is definitely an air of festivity. The Rose Card distribution takes place near the entrance and the laughter and friendly jibes can be heard throughout the college. Couples made to dance, guys taking the stage to profess love and what not, dhinchak music. Rose Day is fun alright!

Farewell There are no words really, to commemorate years spent at RAIT. Four years of japery, hard work (SOME days at least) and every day a story in itself. Or maybe that’s what RAIT-ians have everyone believe. Most people here, by the end of four years, perfect the art of laying about doing precious little. Then they get thrown into the world, only to

spoil this exercise. The grilling associated with engineering days is merrily taken with procrastination… and some other loyal friends. ‘Missing’ lectures to grab a bite, propagating waistlines seems a serious job, not just an outcome of joblessness…Sitting about making plans to start studying for the approaching exams, which come and go without the plans ever materializing. Each one has Innumerable memories, some so weird we would love to frame them. If only there was time and we could hear from each one of you the uniqueness that RAIT has brought into your lives, wouldn’t that be a story to tell! There are a lot of emotions flying about loose when you think of farewells... You need just a nudge, a sentence uttered with just the right amount of choked-throat effect and it can get nostalgia kick-started. Some people start rambling, some go into an overdrive remembering the ‘firsts’ to the point where they claim to recall the first time they

climbed a particular stair or saw that classmate…some hit certain liquids with ferocious alacrity…some can actually go hugging the trees all around.

A cliché, very much a thing of fashion these days, then again, a cliché for a reason - Every end marks a beginning, every beginning hints at an end. Words of wisdom, not without a pinch of bland gloominess. Who wants an end to freedom, friendship and fun? Then again, which of us isn’t dreaming of the beginning that is awaiting all the dear people who leave us this year? Contradictory feelings, but yet so simple when made mutually exclusive.So even as there is sadness among seniors about the college-life drawing to an end, there is excitement at the happy promise of independency. So let us bid farewell knowing well, there will be days we will meet again, which will be, though not the same, maybe better…

An IV Experienc e BY: Shibani Sharma T. E. C omputers Let me begin this by saying that I am very skeptical about people in college. Not because of them, more because it’s me. I just don’t seem to get along. But I could never let it limit me from well broadening my horizons. Or in this case my travelling experiences. This is why when I was informed that some eighty odd people were going to Kerala on an 'unofficial' trip, I jumped at the chance. A few calls to check who was in, a few Billion calls convincing ones who couldn’t come… Some real dramatic days later (like the bloody mechanics paper getting postponed… which inspired my one and only successful prank! :P) we were off to God's own country (also the title of the countless Kerala albums you find on Facebook). Why was this important enough to inspire an article you say? Well, because it was that- for the lack of better word or momentary speechlessness- Awesome! Let’s see. Long eventful train ride-Check; Time away from parents-check; enjoying like crazy-check; admiring nature in its absolute best-check; DANCING anywhere with an apparent ground – Check; talking the night away-check; clicking Countless photos-check; making new friends- check; and of course... Screaming R-A-I-T everywhere possible-CHECK!! Why did it mean so much? You could say it was the people, or well the antics of people or the EXCESSIVE dancing...! Did I tell you we danced in a moving bus which was going Uphill to songs which we had never ever heard (for the record, Mallu records come at par with hip hop songs when it comes to showcasing all yer dance moves :P) or the God awesome

homemade chocolates (God knows Which home they came from But MAN.. everyone took truckloads back to their own that’s is AFTER devouring them as much as they could There ) or the Cribbing about the God awful food ( My apologies to the Mallus… but really, noodles which has coconut in them and chicken with grapes and pineapples is a delicacy I fail to understand) or the Language issues we came across (THANK God for john :D) or for campfire and DJ in the cold night of Munnar OR MUNNAR itself! The thing is, I could Go on. And on. I guess you just Have to be there. So next time someone says, ‘Hey! There is an iv going to *****’ ,well think about all the fun, experiences and friendships that you will miss before u dismiss the thought. :) An afterthought: The trip has made SO crazy, we now refer to ourselves as the Kerela loyalists. And what do we do!? Get nostalgic at the drop of the hat! And like every status which reminisces about that one trip a year back. An on a very emotional note, I wanna thank Anish, Tejas and John for making this That memorable! :D Rag-Attack BY: Vi jay Sharma B.E. Electronics We usually sat under the shade of the banyan tree, waiting like vultures every morning. There was extreme disrepute to protect. They called us “vicious raggers”. We were fairly harmless in that respect; we played with the FEs’ (fresh, first-year students) minds; cracked some jokes; pulled few pranks; asked them a nasty question or two; made fun…felt superior. We also made a lot of friends in the process, a reason I’m still a votary of ragging on college campuses. It told us something of the human character, and how most live for the outsider’s (true or false) perception of themselves. At least young Ralphy boy was one of them. He’d walked into school that first day sporting shoulder long hair, a thick beard and a messenger bag hung low across a tattered black T-shirt that endorsed Metallica. We rounded him up along with all of his other unassuming cronies to “initiate” them. We sat for quite long trying to get to know these new faces. I understood little of the conversation, For Ralphy boy spoke in a tone which was a cross between that of Dany Filth and a call centre employee. I’m from “Bandrra” he claimed! Amidst all the rantings and ravings about Metallica and Megadeth, I managed to ask him whether he’d heard Metallica’s ‘Beneath the Abyss’ or ‘stranger calls’. Ralph went on to laud the guitar riffs and solos, their skewed structures, the vocals... Ralph had heard all the songs I referred to. Except, I hadn’t; those songs didn’t exist. I’d just made up the titles. When that dawned on him he let go of the Texan twang and quietly followed orders. Within minutes he was belly-dancing like Shakira, headbanging to silly Bollywood songs and riding his “imaginary” bike! Ralph isn’t my friend’s real name for I always and still do address him as F.E. For one, this isn’t about him alone. Two, he is bigger than me and not a F.E. anymore. Just the other day I spotted him in the medical canteen. He and his cronies were devising ways to rag their newly arrived juniors. That’s when I knew life had come a full circle. Flashes of memories of my FE days came flashing by. The good ol’ times. The times when girls in college were still hot, seniors still menacing and college much more fun! Or so we like to think. Yes, those days when you still had to hump the lion and the tree and the lamppost and the guy next to you and everything else in sight or imagination. When you air guitar, play CS with make believe guns, sell “imaginary stuff” for real money, learn trigonometry “engineering style”, do the athanni-chavanni dance routine, emulate the likes of Shakira and Bipasha, learn to pole dance and also be the pole! All in one day! Ah yes, and be not-so-politely asked to wear formals; but then we still are only this time by our professors. And the “siegheils” for M****n along with the

moonwalking all around. Ah crazy shite. Yes. Don’t get me wrong. Those retards who beat other people up in the name of ragging should be banned, rusticated, arrested and publicly lynched even. And I think that perverted guys who like to make other guys act gay, or get them to strip and imitate intimate lovemaking are in need of some serious counseling. Or maybe they just need to get themselves a “girlfriend”. And those who think forcing juniors into substance abuse is “fun”, don’t waste it on them, I can be fun too you know. But the harmless, creative, oft innovative “thing” that we make our juniors do is definitely not ragging. It’s more of like an elimination round for a reality show. Or take it as a prep-round for the crazier life to come. It’s a great way to get acquainted with your seniors. Learn to pole dance even, after all you do n eed alternate career options. And talk to that hot senior chick; make crazy memories that will last you a life time. For us at R**T though we like to simply call it “orientation”. Ah, and any cute FEs (if you do exist) who haven’t been oriented yet are always welcome to come meet me.

A S urvivor’s guide t o College Life! By: Agradeep Khanra S.E. Computers Here’s everything that you need to know to sail through and make the next 4 years of your life, the best ones you’ll ever have. The admissions, lakhs of students trying to get into a college, all the hassles, are now a thing of the past. A new chapter b egan in your life when you took your first steps towards the ‘glass doors’ of RAIT. It’s not just about the freed om and tranquillity that you feel when you walk in its hallowed portals, but also about all the pitfalls that accompany college life. New friends , unexpected results , the anxiety to be tagged ‘cool’ and accepted into the group, to find the right clique , infatuation for the opposite sex , burden of deciding a career is too much pressure to handle. So, here’s a little something that will not guarantee you success but will give you a ‘know- how’ to help acquire it. So, you might want to arm yourselves with the wisdom that’s to follow! TRICKS OF THE TRADE: There, no doubt, are many… but here are the ones that really matter. RAPPORT WITH YOUR PARENTS : You might think that having more night outs is perfecto . But , you can’t just turn around and tell them that you’ll be out till 1-2 am in the morning and expect them to be ‘cool’ with it. Let them know that you can handle yourself. Give them the confidence that you are with the right kin. Earn their trust. HANDLING PEER PRESSURE Are you afraid of getting tagged ‘un-cool’ or boring if you do not drink, or smoke or do drugs, or if you don’t score the hottest guy/gal in college? Well, then you’re going about it the wrong way. Learn to be accepted for who you are. Say ‘no’ to what you are uncomfortable with. Don’t crumble under the fad of appearing ‘cool’. And if temptation does strike, ask yourself if you are doing this for a new experience or to garner attention. Be Strong -willed. Avoid wrong things. Not in a preachy or self-righteous way, though. CHOOSING FRIENDS Probably your school friends aren’t around you anymore. So, your best bet to finding new ones is to open up to people. See where you vibe in well. If you are doing things that are not in consonance with your values, then back out. Be cordial to all and zero-in on the ones who are in resonance with your thoughts and behaviour. Most importantly, don’t open up too quickly. EXPERIMENTING WITH LOVE Mind it that the curiosity of experimenting with love will be high. But, as high as it may be, learning to differentiate between love and infatuation is important. Infatuation is okay, natural, but don’t confuse it with love. Don’t make your college years a period of speed-dating. Often you might want to concede your feelings to your ‘Special One’, but before you do so ask yourself if it is real or due to peer pressure (or anything which is not your affection for the said person). Trying to score a girlfriend or a boyfriend just to get tagged ‘cool’ is not cool at all. Ask your best friends or your siblings or parents about what to do. After all, Google ain’t the answer to everything. MONEY MATTERS , WITHOUT IT NOTHING GLITTERS Money is indeed a tricky area especially when you see your wealthier counterparts spending it on cool gadgets, funky clothes and accessories. The problem becomes worse when you pocket can’t do the same. Have a frank discussion with your parents to find a common ground. Else, if your family is okay with it, support yourself. USE YOUR FREE TIME

In RAIT, you will get a lot of free time. But all this time is not meant to be whiled away. Make the most of it. Make is useful by indentifying new hobbies and pursuing them. Like learning to play an instrument in your free time will definitely make you sound cool when you tell it to people. FITTING IN 

Participate Our college holds various activities, workshops, shows, events, concerts etc. You can take part in the various

technical organizations like IEEE-RAIT, CSI , ISA , etc. Their certificates will definitely add that extra ‘spark’ to your resume. Take part in college cultural fests. It’s the best way to make new friends and socialize. 

Stop being a snob! If you are hanging out with a large group of people then chances are they will be from varied backgrounds.

Do not just let yourself be imbibed to the people who count pennies in college, just because you can too. Be friendly with the one who doesn’t have the same lifestyle as you. Acquiring a snobbish reputation won’t help. 

Stop pretending The town-suburbs divide often affects students. Remember that you don’t choose friends based on their

address. Befriend all of your classmates. You never know whose help might come in handy. Most importantly, don’t try too hard. The seniors love you(No sarcasm intended) All the seniors, however kinky they are about it, will be kind to you, or at least won’t rag you! So make the fullest of this. Get to know them better. You’ll find they are really patient people. Even to FEs! :P Okay, well, that’s more or less everything you ought to know about college life. There are m any more points-to-be-noted, but such points are better left for one to learn through experience. The insight thus gained, the knowledge thus gleaned, is like ly to stay with you for a long time. One must be cautious at all times to know that the path they tread is devoid of vices. But, tread whichever path you wish to, in the end what matters is that the chapters of your life during these 4 years were well written by you. The success you acquire in your future will be resting on the plinth of your hard work and determination in college. At last, all you got to remember is, College life is the best! Live it! Rock it!

Circ uit s Of Wisdom By: Mansi Jain B.E. I nstrumentation My experience says that don’t give advice to anyone unless they ask for it. But now I am overflowing with “Gyan” and can’t help to spread it. Take it or leave it.. But don’t ignore it. So here’s my “DivyaVaani”

Don’t fall for the chemistry and geometry of love triangles, rectangles, pentangles or even a straight line that start building up as you near third year. It will leave you confused and will be of no utility. Instead concentrate on the physics of electrons and logic gates. It will also confuse you but will be of great utility to keep your KT’s cleared ;) A quantity like gossip can be spread in the college circuit by simply telling a girl. Not only will the quantity will be spread efficiently to the desired place but will be amplified also. To accelerate its spreading, excitation can be provided to the circuit by simply telling the girl not to tell anyone. ;) Solution for the power crisisIf the mental strain of all the Engineering students is transduced it will surely produce a high voltage . Inspire from the memory storage devices and store in your brain useful and happy stuff and delete the negative and useless stuff after extracting experience from it.  Trickiest question an external can ask- “What have you studied?” Lesson- Brag about something only when you are good it. :D For every circuit to function, power is required. Same goes with you. Food is your power source. Keep your tummy full to function properly. It is seen that more complicated a circuit, more easily it burns out. So keep life simple. Teachers are transmitters, you are receiver. Output in the exam is poor if there is poor reception. So attend lectures. You are like a signal. For increasing the strength of the signal we modulate it with carrier signal which is your friends, loved ones. With the help of this, you become immune to noise signal which is the group of people who put you down, play politics, attenuate your strength etc. Thus, filter out the noise signals in your life and stick with the carrier signals. Engineering is like a transducer. Input signal- A naïve, stupid, silly student. After effective modulation and signal conditioning….. Output- A wise, smart and strong person ready to take on life. \m/

Things t o do before y ou pass out from RAIT ! Night out during Horizon! Experience the prom night. Participate in committees! Throw paper balls during Aakarshan.. Brave the paperballs during Aakarashan. Sing a song! Experience KTs… and successive bonding. Smile your way through a viva, and pass, not knowing shit. Get any office work done in 5 minutes flat. Learn Marathi. Go for “Industrial” Visits. Join the SUC… Or don’t. Generate and propagate rumours. Spend an entire day just at the circle, or slouching by the glass doors. Learn, preach, translate and popularize the FE anthem! Join in on the popular chants. Don’t think too much. Haunt the medical canteen, ‘cause well ours is… Watch a match in apna stadium. Love The Wall… more importantly, LOVE THE WALL MASONS!!!

TH E RAIT MAKEOV ER Bringing out this edition of the magazine was very different from the last time. Yes, we missed the old team, the old jokes, the works. But mostly, there is lesser scope for criticizing the college building now. That used to be our pet jibe. With the newly revamped RAIT infrastructure, the freshers have been introduced to a college Very different than the one we were used to. Enter now, and you see newly painted walls, railings, more lights and a general ambience of normalcy. The two floors added to the existing building are a pleasant deviation from the former infrastructure. Pictures speak louder than words. Even OUR words. The washrooms, which were without doubt the most cribbed about entities of our college, are beyond recognition now. So much so, we could land no pictures of the previous state of these once-washed-down enclosures as people seem to have hastily removed all proof of their existence. What remains now is reasonably decent. Thanks to the RAIT Makeover. The classrooms are all planned to trap more students for lectures. They are airy, lighted and the windows promise beautiful views. Why sit on the floor without fans now, people?

The labs, most importantly, seem to have received a facelift too, along with sophisticated (looking?) new equipments and computers. For an engineering student, supposed to learn tons from laboratory time -slots, this should be happy news. But what is Easily the best thing is the brand new, functioning and open to students --Elevator!! Say bbye to long treks to get to 302 or 414!! All you gotta do is stand in a rather claustrophobic ( because the whole college wants to travel together at ALL times) elevator for some seconds and Whoo! your laziness paid! For all of you who actually prefer missing lectures because it means climbing stairs, you shall not be excused anymore!

One Day in September By: Akash Chatterjee T.E. Electronics SEPTEMBER 6, 1972 Tel Aviv, ISRAEL Its half past two in the morning. A warm breeze wafts over from the Mediterranean Sea, making its way through the deserted streets of Ramat Gan district. Audible from one of the numerous plush villas in the locality, is the drone of Hebrew being spoken rapidly. There is a certain edge to the voice, an edge on the verge of hysteria. The voice belongs to a reporter, on television, speaking from a remote airbase on the outskirts of Munich, West Germany. As the reporter, stricken by the look of it, stumbles through his words, the residents of the villa are horrified into a numb ing silence. The youngest in the family, a mere boy of 8, is confused with all this sense of mo rbidity around him. He cannot understand the tears that are streaming down his mother's face. He cannot understand why his father, wearing a black kippah, is looking up to the heavens in desperation, the gleam of a tear in his eye. The next morning, the papers are overflowing with news of how 11 Israeli athletes, representing Israel in the Munich Olympics of 1972, had been ruthlessly eliminated by a Palestinian terrorist group. __________ In the next few days, the true gravity of the massacre came to the fore. The watching world was rendered speechless. The terrorists, calling themselves BLACK SEPTEMBER had been identified as Palestinians and were being commanded by terror enforcers via a complex system of hierarchy. Speculative reports suggested that the Israelis were merely going to be held for ransom, wherein certain Palestinian terrorists had to be freed, in return for the safety of these athletes. But negotiations broke down. The terrorists demanded that they be given passage to Cairo, Egypt, where further negotiations may take place. The West German police, attempted to ambush the Palestinians while they were at the airbase, on their way to Cairo. But the rescue mission was naive and poorly executed. The Palestinians realized the offensive, and being devoted Fedayeen’s, decided on executing the 11 Israelis, then and there. For them, defeat meant the Israelis staying alive. Those were their instructions, and they were unwavering towards it, religiously bonded to it. In front of an appalled international audience, the 11 athletes were bombed in their seats. The world saw Jewish sons of the holy land of Israel, being massacred on German soil. Again.A sense of dejavu.TheHolocaust.Only this time, there were no Nazis. __________ The Israelis mourned these deaths. So did the world. But it‟s not in the nature of the Israelis to sit back and watch helples sly. A few days after the massacre, the Israeli air force bombed certain Palestinian refugee camps. To put it loosely, it was all at random. But while the whole world was caught in this Arab-Israeli conflict, all over again, Israel itself was congregating a team of assasins...recruits of the legendary Israeli secret service ( Israeli version of James Bond , to put it simply) MOSSAD...to track down the masterminds of the Munich debacle and essentially meet out equivalent justice. __________ OCTOBER 16, 1972 Rome, ITALY A well fed, jolly man is walking down a cobblestoned street, admiring a beaut iful Italian sunset. The poet in him instantly stirs up...his mind straining to create a few lines ofzajal, in his native language of Arabic, which would befit a sunset as stunning as this. After all, Arabic is a majestic tongue, he thinks to himself. He s wells up with pride, thinking affectionately about his ancestry and his culture. As he turns into the lobby of his building, he can't help but feel superior to the mundan e Europeans. He is just about to start climbing the flight of stairs in front of him, when he hears movement behind. He turns around to notice two well dressed, clean cut men entering the lobby. Nothing sinister about them at all. He turns around and is about to start climbing, when he hears someone call out behind him, “WaelZwaiter!!” He s tops and turns back to the men. One of them has approached him with a quizzical expression on his face. The man repeats his intended question, “WaelZwaiter??” The well fed, jolly man, the self proclaimed poet replies, in heavily accented English, “Yes? I a m WaelZwaiter.” Thirty seconds later the two young men rush out the building at breakneck speed. They leave a bleeding WaelZwaiter, back in the lobby. In his excruciating pain, he utters to himself in flawless Arabic. Like the true devout that he is, in h is final moments, he remembers God and asks for forgiveness for all the sins he has committed. A few minutes later he breathes his last. A very painful death. Shot 11 times. __________ DECEMBER 6, 1972 Paris, FRANCE A group of 5 men are standing in front of a door to a penthouse. One of them successfully picks the aging lock of an ornate

door, set in an even more extravagant doorway. The door is opened, and all five enter stealthily. Swiftly, two of the five move into the living room, with knowledge of the rooms and passages of the impressive surroundings, as if they had been here quite often before. They make a beeline towards a coffee table, where rests a telephone set. The two men exchange a few quick words in Hebrew and unplug the contraption. And they replace it with a different telephone, mimicked to the previous one with frightening accuracy. It is plugged in and set to working condition. The next day, that same telephone starts to ring at around noon. Dr. Mahmoud Hamshari, who had been away the p revious day, rises from the comfortable seat in his study, and walks towards the phone. He answers it and he hears a gruff voice on the other end asking, “Are you Mahmoud Hamshari??” The doctor replies, “Oui!! Yes, I am Mahmoud Hamshari. And you are?” The very next moment the whole building quivers to an explosion. The phone that had rung a few seconds earlier has been blown to smithereens…and the same could be said about Mahmoud Hamshari. __________ APRIL 9, 1973 Beirut, LEBANON There are ten members in all...assigned a deadly mission. The ten foreigners start walking briskly, in the general direction of the target building. After a two mile hike, the team reaches their destination. The building in question is dilapidated. Four of the ten take up positions on the roadway leading up to the building. Six enter it. They speedily move up to the second floor. They can hear excited Arabic coming from the apartment on the far end of the hallway. They inch towards it. When in position, one of them shoots open t he door with Kalashnikovs and the remaining five enter hastily. The resulting shootout turns into a blood bath. One of the attackers gets shot in the chest...but in effe ct, victory in ascertained when the last Arab in the room is liquidated. To their horror, the hitmen realize that they have annihilated more than their targets. A couple of innocents lie motionless on the floor. With no time to analyse this folly, the six make a bolt for it. On reaching the road below, they all get into a wa iting car, which was apparently stolen by someone, in the lookout team. They race for the waterfront again, to their watery escapes, as people from the neighbouring buildings start piling onto the street. __________ WaelZwaiter, Mahmoud Hamshari and the unnamed Arabs in Beirut...They were just a few among the scores of people, either suspicious by research, or innocent by chance, assassinated by the Israeli secret service, in the name of revenge. The striking aspect of this whole operation was that the families of the Israeli Olympic victims were informed of each and every assassination, as and when they were happening. In other words...they were being given a live broadcast of this attempt at avenging the deaths of their beloved. What MOSSAD failed to realize was that these people, who were being kept abreast of all this killing, hailed from families not trained in such ruthless admonitions. Members of these families begged MOSSAD to stop informing them of these atrocities. The families said that it made them question their own righteousness. The Israelis had named this counter attack, OPERATION WRATH OF GOD. The main aim, of this operation, as the Israelis put it, was to strike fear into the heart of the insurgent Arabs. They wanted to eliminate well protected Arab leaders discreetly, with a bit of guile, but with a lot of panache. For them, shooting someone in the middle of the street, in plain view of the public, was easy and too uncouth. Hence the elaboration of the assassinations. The solution that the Israelis were trying to attain was not forthcoming. As the Israelis knocked off influential Arabs, the Arabs themselves got into the act. Israeli embassies were attacked around the world...Israeli tourists were shot down in airports. It became an endless loop of death, destruction and carnage... the Arabs were guilty of kidnapping and assassinating helpless athletes...they were guilty of sinfully executing innocents for no reason. But were the Israelis any better? Their operations echoed the same level of planning and intricate pre -meditation, as the Arabs. And even the Israelis had innocent blood on their hands, akin to the Arabs. _______ As one MOSSAD agent was interviewed for documentary purposes, years after his retirement from activity, he was asked about the order to shoot down Arabs in response to the Munich massacre. He replied by saying, “I had nothing personal against any Arab I ever assassinated. It was my order, my job. I had to follow. I could not afford to think about the family of the man I was going to kill. Because if I did so and delayed the kill by surrendering to emotions, he would kill me instead." He went on to say, “As a special agent, life is tough. You have to make a living by taking another man's life. Not easy to keep your sanity in the correct place, in such a life. There was a period in my life, when I was scared to sleep on my own bed. Who knew?? Maybe someone had rigged my bed, the same way as we would plant bombs under the beds of our targets. During such testing times, I found refuge in my wardrobe closet for my naps. And even today, when in doubt, I sleep in my closet.

Style Matters By: Hanish Maghu T.E. Electronics If we have to be corrupt, why not does it the right way…….?? The good news is that the bad news comes better dressed these days .Back in the dark ages , we had a minister of telecom who, when he sens ed that the game was up, piled his loot on bed sheets ,knotted the ends with dexterity of your neighborhood dhobi, and took flight. In the scramble, the Hon‟bleSukh Ram couldn‟t cart all his dishonorable gains with him, and when the Raiding party arrived at the scene (as late then as they are now), the obscenely contoured bundles lay about the house, proving to the World how crass the corrupt were. Mercifully, bribes come better packaged these days. Take for instance the 21 st century edition of the telecom scam. It‟s been executed with such finesse that you and I have not glimpsed as much as a note of the tainted rs. 1.7lakh crore we have been robbed of. Apparently, it has been transported elegantly, electronically and invisib ly to mouth-watering locales like Mauritius, the Cayman Islands and Cyprus. In my book, that‟s progress. I also regard as a mark of advancement the fact that corruption now has attitude. No longer do thick wads need to pass furtively under the table from sweaty palm to grasping hand. Such subterfuge is passé and in its place is Swagger. The prime mover of the Common Wealth Games scams displayed the dignity of an elder statesman of sport, even as an acutely embarrassed nation kept hoping that he would resign in mortification. I couple of years earlier, we heard the author of the Satyam saga announce with aplomb his monumental malfeasance. In terms of sheer pizazz of course, there is none to beat the IPL kingpin for putting gross on the gloss and handing out contracts to kith and kin as if by divine right. The first thing to do is stop calling a „bribe‟ (ugh!) a bribe. That word has a coarse ring to it while synonyms are so much more cool , viz „advisory service‟, „intermediary charges‟ or „consultancy servic es‟. The man (or as recent events would suggest, woman) at the other end of transaction is no TOUT (ugh, again). She could well be a „lobbyist‟. At scam school, you will also correctly be taught to correctly arrange your facial muscles when you are being led in for questioning under the glare of TV cameras and popping flashbulbs. Rather than shading your eyes and covering your face – that is left to petty thief‟s and teenagers caught in a drug bust – your expression could communicate that you have powerful backers and that you are unafraid of CID,CBI OR JPC. Before long, you can even smirk like police officer Rathore. Far from changing color or glancing nervously over my shoulder, I will dig into my pocket and hand out goodies with a flourish. THAT‟S STYLE…YOU SEE!!!!

Dreaming of a Super Power India By: Kaushik Bhat, B.E. Information Technology India is soon going to be a superpower. We are going to surpass the United States and many other developed nations in terms of GDP and other economic stuff. How many times have we not heard this thing from various industrialists, economists and politicians? There is this ever radiating positive energy of India becoming a global economic power. The union cabinet proclaims that with the newly unveiled Rupee symbol Indian currency has come to terms on the international platform. In terms of IQ and knowledge we are second to none. Indians, all over the world are making quite a fortune thanks to their individual perseverance and determination to succeed. But the buck stops right there. Let us be more realistic. We all agree that there are two Indias - 'Suffering India' and 'Shining India'. Let me begin with a common topic. The Commonwealth Games like we all know has to be the biggest and most blatant, exercise in corruption in independent India's history. A National shame. Enquiry reports, vague statements, tossing responsibility from one person to the other will continue, until the Games are over. After that, fingers crossed, people will forget. In the middle of all this, there will be propaganda campaigns to 'save India's image' and get the Games done somehow. People will be expected to support the event - after all, the pride of India is at stake. Like this there are many other general topics related to corruption, regionalism, linguism, government inabilities, education, poverty, terrorism which are hurdles in India becoming a super power. These are usually discussed among the metropolitan youth and soon forgotten. Besides the above mentioned there are many other serious national issues we which usually tend to ignore, sometimes deliberate, sometimes ignorant. In the next few lines I‟ll focus on two very recent and serious issues which I don‟t see people discussing around. There are about 400 different tribal settlements in our country. These settlements have always been ignored and remained backward ever since the pre-independence era. Governments come and go, make dozens of promises but none of them ever fulfilled. Electricity is an unknown entity. They have to travel miles to fetch a quantity of water that is equal to the quantity we flush every time in our toilets. Food grains are distributed occasionally, but it is so rotten that they find it is better to die hungry than consume them. Devoid of all these basic amenities and with a fight to survival they joined hands with extremists and took to arms. A small revolution started in Naxalbari, West Bengal in 1967 is now a national calamity. The Naxals are guaranteed of their expansion and survival thanks to the apathy shown to the tribes of all other regions as well. Kashmir, the beautiful valley is up in flames. The tricolor is burnt every day, and there is a huge outcry demanding „azaadi‟ . To the youth on the streets, India is a place of betrayal and deceit and their only ideology is the end of Indian occupation. Stones are their biggest weapons and stone pelting their source of income. Yeah, they do openly acknowledge getting paid 1000 bucks per day for playing violence on the streets. For many they do it to avenge the killings of the near and dear ones by the security forces. The history and plight of the original natives, the Kashmiri Pandits, now in utter minority whom they call as „Hindustanis‟ doesn‟t matter to the „freedom fighters‟. All of these are obviously fuelled by the various Separatist and Militant Groups. Some fight in the name of religion, some are openly pro -Pakistan and some favour an independent Kashmir. But clearly, one thing matters more to the separatists than anything else. The Kashmiri youth is not religiously orthodox if this is what we think. They all love music, talk films and have girlfriends. Yet the Separatists have succeeded in manipulating their minds. Soon the youth will move from stones to guns. Everyone knows that an independent or a Pakistani Kashmir will cease to exist. So, why are Kashmiris destroying their future in a mad and pointless insurrection? Isn‟t secularism as a part of nationalism failing to a very large extent? Almost same is the situation in the north eastern states. But we hardly know about the situation in depth over there. That is because neither the government nor the media seems to bother about that part of the country. Even we tend to make them feel about this negligence by calling them Chinese or Nepali, no doubt their sentiments are hurt. Some separatists claim that they have succeeded in replacing the currency and the constitution in certain stronghold regions. In all the three cases it is the youth, mostly under educated or illiterate who fall prey to anti national activities. They call it a revolution but now it is very dangerous to our national harmony and integrity. It won‟t be long before ISI and other radical terrorist organizations make a meat of these regional political turbulences. Who is to blame? The Government, the Media? The government is supposed to make strong and effective policies, be strong willed and take a determined stand when talking to hardliners and our neighbors, be equal to all etc. The media is supposed to be unbiased and give equal coverage to all goods and bads and not just think about pumping their TRPs. Forget about things which are reluctant to change. What is that we as an individual must do to be a part of the change we all dream about? Try being a noble citizen of the nation. We say no to corruption but we don‟t hesitate to bribe traffic policemen or ticket checkers to save some extra bucks, for an illegal act of our own. Buy a ticket not because a TC might get hold of you but because you don‟t want to incur a loss to government services. Do not think of bribery as a small token of gratitude to

get your things done. Instead think of it as the seeds of a huge tree called corruption which ultimately affects you and othe r innocent citizens. Also take active interes t in politics, national and social issues. We as budding engineers have the capacity to bring at least a small change in some or the other area. Expand your horizons and participate in any kind of social activity. Take a day out of your air conditioned rooms and visit slums, tribal areas, orphanages whichever is possible to you and try to help them individually or be a part of some social organization or an NGO. If field work is not your piece of cake then contribute in the form of charity in the right channels. Start intellectual thinking. Many of us will pursue post graduation abroad, excel and achieve fame and glory. India or abroad, individual excellence is always highly applauded but do remember to give back something to the land you came from. Learn from the Tata‟s, the Murthy‟s and many other such great personalities who have always strived for the betterment of our society and have contributed in a vast variety of field s. If nothing else you will always gain the respect and blessings of hundreds if no t a billion people. Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam, the visionary who dreams India to be a super power by 2020 says, “If youth have to sing the song of India, India should become a developed country which is free from poverty, illiteracy and unemployment and is buoyant with economic prosperity, national security and internal harmony. To create this transformation we all have to resolve ourselves to work and sweat for the national development. As a young citizen of India, armed with technology, knowledge and love for my nation, I realise, small aim is a crime. A developed India by 2020, or even earlier, is not a dream. It need not be a mere vision in the minds of many Indians. It is a mission we can all take up - and succeed”

Al Arabiya By Akash Chatterjee TE Electronics Itâ&#x20AC;&#x;s the break of dawn. Wisps of cold air come in through the open window, drugging me into a very comfortable unconsciousness. Its pitch black outside; so the only thing conforming the fact that its nearing dawn , is the loud,yet unusually soothing chorus of mystic Arabic words of the early morning azaan. I had gotten used to it by now, and had even begun to follow the rhythmic echo of the couplets as they were being recited; I had begun to notice the intricate ways in which the almost sinister voice changed its pitch. Some of the words I understood; while most of the others sounded woefully alien. It had taken a lot of getting used to, for me, since back home in India, I had never had such an experience, living in a Hindu dominated area of southern Calcutta. But having lived in Saudi Arabia for the past 15 months, it had become a part of my everyday life. ___________________________________________

SAUDI ARABIA. The Holy Land for Muslims, all over the world .The birthplace of Prophet Mohammad, Messenger of GOD, or ALLAH. The country , home to the holiest site in existence in Islamic culture --- THE KAA'BA in the city of Makkah; Muslims all over the world face this very direction while praying; this is the very place every Muslim has a duty to visit ,atleast once in a lifetime..........and this visit....is THE HAJJ. But this mysterious nation is governed by an unwavering Islamic law, the shaari'ya, which forbids any non-Muslim from setting foot in this holiest of holy cities. And the restrictions don't end here. So, for me and my family, living in Saudi Arabia, was an education, in the ways of a country, radically different from India. ____________________________________________ For one thing, I certainly didn't feel out of place. Since, Indians have the tendency to set up bases in the remotest of places on Earth, Saudi Arabia certainly wasn't going to be devoid of my beloved countrymen. The lucrative opportunities of the Middle East had enough to lure Indians to this kingdom, in hordes. I had virtually no problem adjusting. My school, IIS Jeddah, was a CBSE board school in the bustling city of Jeddah, on the shores of the Red Sea. Since a whopping majority of the students were Muslims, Islamic courses were included in the curriculum. I was exempted from these. There were no restrictions on nationalities........this was a place where I made friends from places like Pakista n, Lebanon, Egypt and Jordan. Of course, I had Indian friends as well. Considering the variety of nationalities, the common school lingo was a ridiculous mixture of Hindi, Urdu, Arabic and broken English. And sometimes sign language, when none of the aforementioned worked. I was one of only two Hindus in the whole institution. This didn't concern me at all. We were a bunch of mere 8 year olds. Religion shouldn't even register in our volatile brains, right????? Well....... _______________________________________________ I gelled satisfactorily enough with all my friends, Indian and non Indian. All it took for me was to help them pronounce my name properly. None of them had come across a tongue twisting Sanskrit word like Akash before......so I had to spell it out for most of the non Indians. Our class, a batch of 40, mostly consisted of Indians, apart from 2 Egyptians and 6 Pakistanis. I was the same back then, as I am today in college.......sitting near the back of the class.....trying to fool around. Since the Indian and Pakistani communities were very close knit, with each other, most of my c lassmates were already known to me and often we would hang out in gatherings on weekends, after schools on weekdays. Weekends in Saudi Arabia were the days Thursday and Friday. Saturday and Sunday were working days Generally, my life was no different from what it might have been in India. Apart from a few occasions...... As I said before, my being a Hindu shouldn't have made any difference at all. But a few of my Indian friends insisted on pointing out this difference to me. Apparently, being a Hindu was not acceptable, as far as they were concerned. I was being told of sins I had never committed. I was being given ideas about how I could cleanse off these hypothetical sins. In short, I was being converted, by my 8 year old Indian classmates. I wonâ&#x20AC;&#x;t lie, but I was distraught. I thought about telling on them, complaining to somebody. I wasn't sure, about how much of a Hindu I was, but it surely wasn't good enough for them. I was getting confused at every step........ I had never done such a lot of spiritual thinking before, in all my 8 years of life. I didn't exactly feel like an outcast.....but it was close. I needn't have worried. I found solace amongst the Pakistanis.

____________________________________________ There were six of them.......but three were very close to me........Shahzad, Sohrab and Alina. Shahzad was a Punjabi... from Rawalpindi; Sohrab also a Punjabi...from Lahore. But it was Alina who had brought me into this Indo-Pak group.....she had introduced me to the other two. She was a green eyed Pathan....from Peshawar. ____________________________________________ With them, my religious differences seemed academic. The fact that I was a Hindu intrigued them. They asked me questions about my faith.......which I struggled to answer satisfactorily. I was, to a certain extent, ashamed that I was failing to do justice to my religion, whereas they rattled off story after story about the teachings of their beloved prophet. Their pride, in their own faith, was invincible, unassailable and quite astonishingly impressive. But their respect for my faith was understanding, compassionate and heart -warming. My comfort level with them was evident from the fact that we hardly felt foreign to each other. Ethnically, there was not much difference between us . Language was no barrier. And eventually, I didn't feel the need to go and reconcile with my fundamentalist Indian classmates. To be honest, that specific group of 8 year old fundamentalists, weren't liked by the level headed Indian kids in the class either..........but their mentality had forced me away from the apparent bubble of familiarity that comes with sticking with Indians; and it had pushed me towards the initially unknown, yet truly satisfying friendship that I had developed with my friends from across the border. Those three used to take turns, in teaching me the correct ways to pronounce the sinewy Arabic words in the aayaats. I wasn't very good at it.......but they weren't the ones to mind. And by the way, we fooled around too.......the Egyptians always used to have a nightmare. Well.....that was the year 1999......11 years on and I can get a proper perspective.....in hindsight... Looking back at all this, I'm forced to think that even though we are the largest Muslim population in the world, we Indians still haven‟t learnt to accept the Muslims of other countries. Yes, Hindus and Muslims do fight on the same side in this beautiful country..........but quite often we are heavily prejudiced, and woefully so, against our neighbours. I'm not saying this, just because I was lucky enough to have had great friends from Pakistan.....but I'm saying this because we need to realise that there are people like Shahzad, Sohrab and Alina, in Pakistan who do not deserve the kind of blatant animosity that we seem to generate for them. We need to realise, that even in Pakistan there are tolerant and understanding people.......who have no qualms about having a good relation with us Indians. We often get diverted from the true essence of the hatred between these two great nations, by the meaningless politics that are served up to us every now and then. I do not have a clear idea about what to do, because of the egotistical opposition coming in from both sides, at every hurdle. But I do know that it is something worthy of the effort. August 1999 Jeddah It‟s the month of Ramdan. Shahzad, Sohrab and Alina are all fasting....although it‟s not compulsory for them because of their age. It‟s the Islamic study class, and since I'm exempted from this subject, I‟m just sittin g, listening to the rhythmic chorus all around me. I was getting better at my Arabic pronunciation and I felt confident enough to sing along with them.........although I still kept confusing the Arabic alphabets....so reading was not an option. Shahzad and Sohrab raced through their words......as if they had them memorized........but Alina said hers slowly....her green eyes waiting expectantly, for me to follow.

We Idiots By S.P. Prashant TE Electronics I know this article won‟t go down well with a lot of you. But I will go ahead with it anyway, because I hardly write…but when I do, I‟m pretty sure I make a valid point. Well, I was watching this telecast of 3 Idiots, "the highest grossing film" in Bollywood history and I find it sad that many among us choose to idealize the 3 hours of total nonsense. I was among one of those many people who saw the movie within its first week of release, well, because I adore the book ( notChetanBhagat!). And also among the few who were severely disappointed. There‟s more than one issue which bothers me- Mediocre writing, an array of cardboard characters…right from the money-minded, status-obsessed fiancée to the nerdy 'rattofy'ingChaturRa malingam…to state a few. Mr. Bhagat should be happy he is not credited. Agreed those characters have stereotype characteristics, but that does not mean they do not have a mind of their own. Total lack of creativity comes across when they couldn‟t think of a better plot device than the told and retold pencil-in-the-space theory. And when they got creative… all they could come out with was absurd stuff like FarhanitratePrerajula tion and 7 and half minute powernaps! I wonder if Viru ever took a leak or if he had machines or nappies or whatever, you know…to save time. Agreed the speech scene had me in splits, but Rohit Shetty(Golmaal) can offer me that as well! Why wait for a once in 2 years Aamir Khan movie? The movie, like its lead actor, is full of double standards. I'll take the liberty to explain both of them. The main message in the movie is that the system is screwed up. And that really deserving people don‟t rise to the top. But Aamir Khan did top, didn‟t he? So that means the system is not at fault. If you deserve to be there, you land up there. Strike 1. Also, preferential treatment to its characters. When a lead character, Raju, is hospitalised the director wants us to shed a tear. The movie goes all gloomy and sad. But when Raju's dad is lying sick half paralysed, the director actually wants to force laughter out of us? Strike 2. Kareena Kapoor's character. Need I explain? Strike 3. Out. Now if you are one of those who are inspired by this movie or are planning to get inspired here are a few pointers. 1) Refusing the job at the placement interview won‟t get you the job. When you do that you better hope that your CAT/GRE scores are good or you father is a millionaire. 2) Explaining the concept of machines using your pant zip will only result in pathetic term marks, or worse, a viva KT. 3) Seniors at RAIT wont piss at the door, leave alone the spoon you keep out for them, if you lock yourself in the bathroom(?). No one‟s that dumb. 4) Don‟t tell the pencil-in-the-space theory to impress someone. Everyone knows it. 5) Read the book. It‟s not inspiring either. But its way, way better. Well the movie was not totally bad. It had its moments. Like I said, the speech scene and the scene in which Farhan confesses to his dad, toward the end, were very well made. And to top it off, it ha d some decent songs. I am referring to Give me some Sunshine and BehtiHawasatha . And not All is well or Zoobi Doobi (nightmare). It is a good movie, just don‟t fall for its preachy tone. Make no mistake, I like Aamir Khan. He is one of the few brilliant actors (R.Madhavan is even better in my opinion). And it really sad to see with all his proclaimed cinematic brilliance, all he manages to come up with was a movie which could not remain true to itself. Thank God they did not send this one blindly to the Oscars. (Peepli Live FTW) Talk about Hindi cinema coming of age. Sigh. PS. I'm expecting hate mail.

Count Dracula By Sneha Das TE Computers I have always believed comedy and horror are the most challenging genres for any writer. Though diametrically opposite to each other, they demand the same fervor and attention from the reader. The iconic Dracula, penned by Bram Stoker in 1897 is arguably one of the most sensational books to be written. The reason the daunting figure of Count Dracula achieved such phenomenal cult status is the brilliant penmanship and vivid imagery of the Irish author. Anyone who has read the book will agree with me, Dracula is The original vampire. Stoker had not used gimmickry nor the tried and tested routines rampantly used by most contemporary authors who try their hand at a thriller. The Darkness and the obvious awe- inspiring air of the vampire Count Dracula leaves not a shred of doubt about his behemoth status as the most EPIC vampire ever written about! Transylvania Still grips the attention of Stoker‟s fans because of the eerie, though fictitious, presence of Count Dracula. The Castle of the Count is one of the scariest places ever described…the silence and the coldness of the very stones are enough to creep the readers out. The aura of the vampire is such that everything about him seems real--his existence, his breeding grounds, his victims…hi s home. Where vampires today have excellent school records and they sing lullabies, our Dracula was one mean guy. He was quietly intimidating, capricious yet controlled, didn‟t guffaw loudly, had royal countenance and had girls swooning over him for more reason than just a perfect face. He also Wasn‟t a sparkly fairy angel in disguise. He IS Legendary. My point is, when mythology wants a vampire to be indomitable and formidable, who are we to make him into a big Emo marble-finish guy? (read READ Stephenie Meyer) There are some legends that make for good stories…Bra m Stoker‟s Dracula is one such example. The fact that he is hardly read about anymore is an insult to the ancient guys who Came up with the idea of werewolves and vampires to thrill and enrapture many generations…

Twilight

By Surabhi Srivastava TE Electronics and Telecommunication

Twilight: the series, you‟re sure to have heard of it. It has reached a cult status, (so much so that people actually compare it with the harry potter series!) even when no one seems convinced it deserves getting there. Neither is the storyline exceptional, nor is the writing anywhere near awe-inspiring…So then what makes it tick? A story about a girl who (we are to believe) is strong, mature and oh-so-self-sacrificing who falls „irrevocably and irreversibly‟ in love with a guy she barely knows (who in the meanwhi le watches her sleep without her knowledge)and is absolutely unfazed on learning the afore-mentioned creep is a vampire (Seriously! She wants to see him feed! Comes with the maturity, I guess.). He is drawn to her because she smells yummy and „causehe can‟t read her mind, and she „cause he is extraordinarily handsome! Anyway, she‟s ready to give her everything up (parents, friends, future, soul) to be with her dashing, sparkling (literally) vampire. But a 12-pack abs, rippling-muscle werewolf trots along to be another contender of this frail little ordinary girl‟s affections. Armies were then created to save her, truce between enemies-for-eterni ty were made to keep her happy… Oh, she‟s then converted to change into a graceful, goddess of a vampire who is suddenly so strong she saves entire armies on her own, with no crazy cravings for human blood…and she has a biological daughter to boot! Now, what else can you ask for? The perfect family, perfect friends, The perfect guy, perfectly devoted to you (devoted here would mean

ready to alter your entire existence to serve and protect her) for no good reason! THE Ultimate fantasy! I guess that brings in a huge chunk of the female following. Girls can be suckers for romance and the fantasy element makes it all the more transporting for the imagination. Then there‟s the „forbidden fruit‟ concept; the dangerous, dark love…the seemingly realistic magic…the thrill. But is Twilight the best book you‟d want to read to experience the above? The correct answer may well be a „Hell no!‟, but the fandom it has would convince you otherwise. Let‟s try to break i t down: Bella is an ordinary girl, a plain Jane with her own set of mistakes, insecurities, regrets and worries-who gets the guy she loves to love her, for who she is. Few girls consider themselves the „perfect‟ girl and therefore, this book brings a welcome relief from the pressure of trying to be just right. Edward-the dark and brooding, chivalrous hero: The sincerity in each word he says to Bella; his courteous, polite and respectful nature; the way he treats Bella like a lady; the fact that he considers her best interests before his own-all of it makes him popular with the girls. And the fact that he is good -looking doesn‟t hurt. Sure, he has his own set of faults. His patronizing ignorance can get on your nerves-but that just makes it more believable, doesn‟t it? It is an escapist fantasy! It‟s fluffy and light! Even with all the dark elements and Bella‟s (psychotic) depression phase…everything turns out perfectly fine. The only (major) conflict Bella faces through-out the story is her having to leave her family behind, giving up on ever having a child, having to go through the crazed blood thirst phase…the story ends with her getting it all. NO blood craving, a biologi cal kid, her father accepting her daughter. And that‟s ok! Meyer didn‟t promise us a garden of sorrow and self -growth! If James Bond can be so invincible that he can run across streets without being hit by machine guns trained on him…why can‟t there be a female-an ordinary female- who ultimately gets all she wants! The series is all about Mormonism. Happy endings, escapism…and that‟s what we need many a times, at the end of the day. A stress relieving read...an escape from reality.

Music

in India

By Sagnik Roychowdhury TE Information Technology Frankly speaking, it isn't possible to summarize Music in India. Experts have failed in trying to document Indian music in a nutshell- simply, because it is profusely spread in every inch of our culture-rich land. People often say music began in India. Well, it wouldn't really surprise me if it were true, because creativity is natural to us. We thrive on it. It just flows in our veins. But, we are losing our bond with our roots. We are forgetting the very essence of belonging. We look elsewhere for good music, when it has been in our backyard for centuries. We have a lot of talented musicians and talented listeners. Mind you, listening and appreciating is an art as well. Not everyone can comprehend the complexities and the intricacies that the musician creates. It is up to the listener to understand, relate to and finally, to enjoy and find solace in. So, as I was saying, we have an abundance of talent in music. Though, the direction these musicians are taking isn't very right in my opinion. In this age of DJs and club music, we are forgetting the very essence in which man created music. Don't get me wrong, DJs do sound well. But we are so focused on it that we take for g ranted what we already have. What is music? Why do we listen to it? What made man create music? According to me, music is all about finding peace, having a connection or a bond, per say, with the musician and finally, itâ&#x20AC;&#x;s about swaying in the direction the sound takes us. Man created music to rediscover himself. Maybe music indeed is a â&#x20AC;&#x153;Stairway To heaven.â&#x20AC;? Coming back to the topic, Evolution of music in India has been a gradual process. Right from the Vedic abge, music has been prevalent in India. Slowly and steadily, the form of music we now know of as Hindustani classical took shape. The ancient stories of MianTansen making it rain with his voice was, in fact, a Hindustani classical raga named 'MeghMalhar'. At the same time, South India was forming its own form of classical music-now known as Carnatic music. Apart from these two predominant forms of music, we had folk music which was confined to certain local areas in our country. Eventually, the richness in

Indian music grew with various inclusions and modifications to it. Music in India flourished in the Mughal ages, and beyond. But today, classical musicians in India have become a rare breed. They themselves won't readily accept it. But the fact remains. A young Indian would rather groove to the beats of 50 Cent and Eminem and try to emulate them than spend years and years under a guru slowly refining his skills, that one day might make him an established musician. I re-emphasize- we are losing our touch with our roots. We imitate people from differen t musical backgrounds and forget what we ourselves stand for. PanditRavi Shankar, one of the greatest Sitar maestros of our generation has performed with many musicians around the globe, most notable with 'The Beatles'. George Harrison (One of the foundin g members of 'The Beatles') was heavily influenced by him. He came to India to learn to play the Sitar. Such was Pandit Ravi Shankar's drive that he took our music to the world and said, “Hey! Listen to this. Isn't it wonderful?” And wonderful it truly is. Taking a leaf from his book, contemporary classical musicians have collaborated with globally established musicians…For instance, Pandit Vishwa Mohan Bhatt, who performed with RyCooder and Ali FarkaToure. They have tried to take our music to the world stage. One could say that they have succeeded to a certain extent. But, in general, if you were to ask anyone around how he finds India music… He would reply by saying that he loves Bollywood music. Such has been the influence of Bollywood on us that we are oblivious to everything Indian which is not Bollywood, atleast when it comes to music. Gone are the days of master composers like Madan Mohan and SalilChoudhury who took bollywood music to an entirely different platform. Of course they had people like LataMangeshkar, Mohd. Rafi, and Manna Dey to do them justice. Their departure from the mainstream music scene has left a gaping hole and suitable successors have not been found. Sure, people like A.R. Rehman have created marvelously good music at certain times. But, even he has failed to deliver it consistently. One can't really blame him for it. The music scene is such that composers have to succumb to the need of the masses. We need to really mould the youth of today and help them unlock the richness and variety of music in real music in India. That would certainly go a long way in reviving it. India needs budding musicians who can take our music and establish it to the entire world. Just like a ray of light that illuminates a dark room, a glimmer of hope is all we need.

Web Comics By Shibani Sharma TE Computers

So you went on facebook… Checked notifications… Answered to shit that your friends wrote… Then what? You began to stalk! Yes. You go check all the weird pictures of people who you met god only knows where, if you met them at all i.e. and like them and what not all in the name of keeping touch. (Brr..) Anyway, this is NOT about social networking sites. AT ALL. Au contraire (French adds sophistication…) This is about how you could keep your stalker instincts at bay and use your special time online more effectively. Like reading WEBCOMICS! Before u go all like GEEK (not the common nerdy ones more like the ones who dig up everything Over the net without…well…tha t is a Whole new article right there).. I Am NOT. Anyway I am not saying that web comics are better than say reading up on Wikipedia (not when you're reading up on Artie Shaw and his eight wives or on Japanese serial killers…) BUT it does provide Way more entertainment than reading mundane status updates of people ( Just because they are Your 575th friend on facebook doesn‟t mean they will be the ones who are gonna be listening to you crying on the phone about your bad marks at the term tests... So you don‟t need to know that they Sneezed. And you don‟t have to, for heaven‟s sake, go and Like it). Since I am all about LISTS! (Ask Anyone! :D) here‟s a small one telling thou bout me favorites out there.. o Perry bible fellowship This one also doubles up as newspaper comic strip but unlike Bizzaro and Pearls before Swine, we don‟t get this in ours. One word to describe it would be RANDOM. The subject content varies from accommodating fantasy elements to historical events to religion and even Science fiction! What is common? The wit for sure.And also the illustrations. Again may not be elaborate but the comics are quite a sight! Again like most web comics out there This is Not for the ones who don‟t have a sense of humor (read: FANATICS)

o Cheer up emo kid This one is CRAZY SHIT! At least that‟s what I was told when I had to check it out first and then when I recommended it you know what did I Say?? THIS IS ONE IS CRAZY SHIT MAN! Cause well it is. DON‟T let the title fool you! It‟s NO where close to being Emo…But as far as relationships go… this guy has got it bang on…(Not like dr. Phil has or has he? hmmm… *wonders*) . Now I can‟t describe it Any better than the man, Enzo, himself. Here‟s what he says:

Cheer up emo kid: contains violence, nudity, strong language, lowbrow humor, and suggestive themes including but not limited to revenge, sex, drugs, depression, suicide, racism, cannibalism, bestiality, and the constant, relentless ridicule of fat people. It is not suitable for anyone. You SO wanna check it NOW, right?. You don‟t!? Didn‟t you read…RELENTLESS RIDICULE OF FAT PEOPLE!! Oh c‟mon…we know you have liked anti fat people on facebook!!

o Xkcd This one is for the geeks! And THE COOL PEOPLE! COOL GEEKS! If those exist…but seriously this is written by a guy who worked for… wait for it…NASA! And then once his contract expired he became a fulltime web comic writer! How cool is That!? Anyway most of the jokes are sarcastic.. and u don‟t Really Have to know the geek stuff to get them( like big bang theory) But I have to tell the feeling of pride when u Get the geek stuff if bigger than the laughter provided by it. Enough said.

Cyanide and happiness

This one is Definitely not for anyone who is Hyper sensitive. I mean seriously. The amount of offensive stuff is crazy and honestly the humor works Because it‟s So bloody controversial that you can do nothing but either die a little, go EWW or just LAUGH YOUR ASS OFF. „Cause yes Sometimes jokes about necrophilia are funny! No I am not sick. Damn it.

Now if these Don‟t work for you...maybe you better stick to facebook…or reading up on Quantum Chromo dynamics( No I Didn‟t make that up.). As for the ones for who it did... there is More out there...Cheers! :D

By S.P. Prashant TE Electronics Growing up with a PC does make a lot of difference in how you eventually turn out. When we - you and mewere growing up, PCs started to make their way into average households. I finally had one to myself in the 8th grade. And the first thing I did with it? I ran to my friend‟s place and borrowed his original Need for Speed III CD. Yes, I was game obsessed. As were many of us. Much to the peril of my parents, I spent a considerable amount of my teenage hours playing these games. Though I eventually did snap out of it, I believe it played a crucial part in shaping my teenage brain. Half Life One nerd.Guns.And lots of weird-ass aliens. That pretty much defines everything Half Life is about. But nothing I say will ever explain the sheer excitement of this adrenaline pumping video game franchise. An accidental opening of a portal in a mysterious underground Black Mesa facility allows the aliens from a planet to enter Earth. Our hero Gordon Freeman is a geeky, mute(?) scientist working in the facility and is stuck down there with hordes of aliens with nothing more than a crowbar to defend himself. The rest of the story follows his escape from the facility and beyond. Our armed scientist makes his way through the wreck to reach the top kicking serious alien ass along the way, only to find the Black Ops waiting to put a bullet in his head. Yes, US government trying to cover up the erratic experiment. Half Life1 gained nearuniversal acclaim for its wonderfully scripted story, fast paced gameplay and intelligent puzzles, a standard that was maintained in all the sequels. Half Life spawned three direct sequels and numerous spinoffs. Each of these games cemented Half Life as a classic in gaming history and forever entitled Gordon Freeman as the King of Geeks.

Hitman Unconventionally, Hitman chose to tease the playersâ&#x20AC;&#x; intelligence. The story is about a c lone bald assassin, Agent 47, with superhuman ability and intelligence who works as a contract hitman for an organization called the Agency going about tonking rich people in huge mansions. The game requires the player to follow a low profile approach and to finish off the job at hand with minimum ruckus. Hitman was instantly a hit among gamers for its intelligent gameplay and a stylish protagonist. Agent 47 gained notoriety for his tough demeanor, no nonsense behavior and a chic dressing sense. Hitman further spawned 3 sequels each raising the level of gameplay to interesting levels and testing the playersâ&#x20AC;&#x; patience and wit. The franchise also spawned a Hollywood movie starring Timothy Olypmhant which was disappointing to say the least. Gah! Need for Speed Die, if you have never heard of this before. Even if you are a girl. Need for Speed is the pioneer of all racing games introducing gamers for the first time to unbounded high octane entertainment. Ever since the first game of the franchise the games have adopted signature real life cars into the game with nearaccurate physics and tweakable features. The classic era of the franchise spawned 6 titles which majorly consisted of classic street racing and also including elements of criminal pursuit occasionall y. From the seventh title, Underground, onwards the races were built around a storyline in a street racing universe. These titles featured high in-depth customisable cars right from the vinyls to the sound system in the trunk. The franchise has released over 15 titles starting from 1994, the latest being Need for Speed: Hot Pursuit and every sequel has been highly anticipated by every wheel crazy fan across the globe. The game also is believed to have inspired the Fast and the Furious movie franchise. Grand Theft Auto This is one game that parents would love to hate. GTA was predominantly a crime game which involved the player to rise among ranks in a crime ring by doing odd jobs initially, and eventually go about trying to erase all competition. After the 2D version of the game gained cult classic status, the game was adapted into 3D and instantly became a hit for its notorious gameplay. Drugs, bad language and blood were the routine in this game. The 3D versions of the game has four titles each having several spin offs. The violent gameplay and the hidden dirty stuff strewn about in the game turned this game into every parentâ&#x20AC;&#x;s nightmare. The 3rd title in the series, San Andreas, was almost banned in many countries for being too promiscuous in a hidden mini game. Nonetheless, the game had enough excitement in it to hold the attention of classic gamers as well, owing to the crisply designed missions and a Mafia -esque storyline. The huge game map meant that the game combined all traditional gaming types - stealth, racing, adventure, RPG and bang-bang action thus leaving no gamer unsatisfied. The games from the franchise are frequently labelled by critics among one of the greatest games of all time. FIFA The only sporting title on the list, FIFA was a game in a league of its own. Every FIFA title was a bestseller thanks to the popularity of its real life counterpart. The franchise was successful in adapting the gameplay on to the PC monitor so that football freaks could play as their favorite star footballers. Every game on the franchise chose to build on its predecessor thus the game developers till today continue to pursue the ultimate perfection in recreation of the beautiful game that is football. Over the years EA sports have managed to create accurate player and stadiums resemblances and adapt real life footballing strategies as well as customizable options which allows you to update team and player rosters to the current real time and date so as to give gamers the most authentic feel of the game. The late st edition of the franchise FIFA 11 has once again raised the level of awesomeness. Its accurate gameplay has once again left gamers spellbound, combining improved dribbles and eye pleasing tricks and various new

features like Pro Passing and Goalkeeper Intelligence. This is as good as it can possibly get. Till FIFA 12 comes out, of course. I have hordes of others games to talk about, but space is an issue. Other franchises worth a mention are Call of Duty, Age of Empires, Burnout, Max Payne, Prince of Persia, Assassins Creed. A few more but that‟s about it for now. Keep playing folks. Don‟t let the gamer in you die. :)

Things You Learn From Video Games There is no problem that cannot be overcome by violence.

You can smash things and get away with it. A. Smashing things doesn't hurt. B. Many nice things are hidden inside other things.

If it moves, KILL IT! Piloting any vehicle is simple and requires no training.

When driving, you can knock other vehicles off the road and get away with it.

One lone "good guy" can defeat an indeterminate number of "bad guys."

You never run out of ammunition, just grenades.

A. "Bad guys" move in predictable patterns. B. Except for "bosses," most "bad guys" can be dispatched with one hit.

Shoot everything. If it blows up or di es, it was evil. If itdoesn't, try and pi ck it up—it was probably a powerup or bonus.

C. You often fare better against a large mob of "bad guys" then against a "boss" in one on one combat.

Gang members frequently all look the same, and often have the same names.

"Bosses" always hire henchmen weaker then they are to do their 'muscle work'.

The most powerful fighters always wai t until you have achieved anearimpossible, flawless win record and/or killed a certain number of opponents before they appear in your presence and beat the crap out of you.

If you see food lying on the ground, eat it.

I am Running Short Of Words By Sneha Das TE Computers

There is a desperate need for some new introductions in the English language. It‟s not because I hate my classmates and want them to mug MORE words for their GRE/CAT preparations. It is because the advent of Facebook has completely Changed the meaning of many terms forcing one to scrounge for non-existent adjectives, as many things and people just cannot be described by any words that are known to mankind. Anymore. Here is a list of new things that I‟d like to see dignified with proper descriptive terms. 1.

Meaning: Strictly a facebook only friend Sentence Formation: I am sorry but Please! Rahul Mohan, who studied with me in kindergarten, is no longer my “friend”, even though I added him to stalk his elder brother who features in his albums. RAHUL is just my _____. 4. Word-to-be-coined (Noun) Meaning: Someone who is painfully shy offline but Will poke you, hug you, send gifts, like everything and comment incessantly on, you guessed it, FACEBOOK.

Word -to-be-coined (Noun) Meaning : Someone who thinks he/she is a stranger to you, but YOU know all about his/her friends, pets, breakups, maybe even the inside of his/her kitchen because there‟s nothing about his/her physical world that hasn‟t been published on facebook.

Sentence Formation: Mira- I think he is cute, but he never TALKS to me in school. Bhola- Oh, he is just _____.

Sentence Formation: He passed me yesterday and barely acknowledged me. But then again, he is after all, a _____.

5. Word- To-be-coined (Noun) Meaning: Someone who updates their profile after every little change in his/her physical/emotional/spiritual element.

2. Word-to-be-coined (Adjective) Meaning: This hot new word makes it easier to comprehend the height of self-obsession that was never seen or believed possible before facebook engulfed this generation.

Sentence Formation: I know he is baking a cake this weekend „cause he is such a ________.

Sentence Formation: Rekha is rather dumb and MY GOD is she ______!! 3. Word-to-be-coined (Noun)

CROSSWORD CLUES Across Down

1.The other DY Patil campus location. 3.Ace Indian ethical hacker. 8.People who edit magazines and build walls. 9.The odd semester CSI festival. 12.The geeks will hang out here. 13.Photography competition. 15.Indian music director, definitely not known for being original. 19.The last match of any tournament. 20.ISA festival. 21.The odd semester IEEE fest. 22.IEEE magazine. 24.The room to complete assignments. Hint:Ground floor. 26.Apna cultural committee.

2.The most difficult branch in college. 4.The Chinese corner opposite college. 5.The other Patil sibling. 6.Apna paper-ball music festival. 7.Apna college. 10.The cheap eatery opposite college. 11.CSI magazine. 14.The highest recruiting company. 15.The most coveted device in the CP lab. 16.The winner of Goonj â&#x20AC;&#x17E;10 17.Highway next to our college. 20.Apna college locale. 23.The connect between students and alumni (abbr.).25.The marks most of us aim to score in exams

Who do you think you are?! --take this quiz and find out!!

1> what do u do when there is a mass bunk? a.)I will go for IEEE/ ISA?/CSI/Kalaraag/HORIZON publicity. They have high hopes from me.  b.) Imma go and pArteee with ma peeps! c.) I will go to the library! d.) where is the class dude?!

2>Submission time. What are u doing? a.) Writing assignments for that senior! He has so much stuff anyway! Plus there’s nothing like too many assignments! :D b.) Ah.. Someone is writing ma Stuff.. There are more important things than writing a journal.. c.) Its all done *grins proudly*. See I got an A+++ d.) Do I need files too? :O

3>Its Prom night. What are u doing? a.)I am clicking pictures with that hot senior! Could they look Any Hotter?! b.)I hope my one date doesn’t meet the other.. c.) Oh its five thirty. Time to go home d.)Where’s the grass Dude?

4>Fest is coming up. What do u do? a.) b.) c.) d.)

I am gonna volunteer for everything. Plus Someone HAS to clear up all the mess!  I organized the Whole damn thing. Without me this whole thing would fall apart Fest?! But there is class test!! Got to complete my fourth revision. Where’s the grass dude?

5>)You are in the defaulters list. a.) b.) c.) d.)

My senior will talk to the HOD.  Oh I have been there for years.. Its obviously a mistake. Where’s the class dude?

6>) What do you do when you meet a Wall Mason? a) b) c) d)

The Wall Masons. OMG. They are so cool! I don’t give a damn about them. Nerds. I have no time for magazines. I have books to study. Masons? You mean the construction workers?

Turn over page for answers

Certified chamcha. You will Kiss ass all The way to the TOP.

You THINK you are THE stud/babe. You wish.

Why are you even reading this? GO STUDY!

These letters obviously Appear hazy to you.

D ea r Teacher, Ap preciation increases w hen someone is not a round. Yo urs lovingly, St udents who wish you are absent more often D ea r Kind g uy, Yes. I Did flick that pen of yours. I’d have appreciated it if it wasn’t chewed on. Yo urs sincerely, Ya e! My assignment is done! D ea r office, The faster you do o ur work, the faster w e get lost. Yo urs sincerely, B.E. waiting for his second semmarksheet. D ea r F.E., Everytime we call you it’s not for “orientation”. We need help too. Yo urs sincerely, Seniors you run away from.

D ea r Lazy bum, Yo u don’t need the elevator to climb the first floor. Yo ur’s sincerely, 5 th floor people who miss attendance cause of YOU. D ea r Non- RAITians, Yo u don’t get to hear shielakijawani while w riting your paper! Yo urs sincerely, Bo bbing RAITian head. D ea r SUC, Who a re you again? Yo ur sincerely, Average student. D ea r CSI, GROW UP! Yo ur sincerely, IEEE (True Story.) D ea r IEEE, St o p thinking you’re bigger than you a re. Yo urs sincerely, K erala Loyalists (Yes we can’t get over it!) D ea r CSI & IEEE, Er… We exist too. Yo urs sincerely, ISA D ea r Chaitali and Vardha, Yo u ma de that Marathi section all by yourself?!?! Yo urs sincerely, The remaining FIVE wall masons :O D ea r Akash, Brilliance runs in the family!! Yo urs sincerely, Sa g nik i-cant-get-over-you’re-Budhaditya Mukherjee’s-nephew Roychowdhury D ea r Prashant, Yo ur hair changes faster than the release date of THE WALL. Yo urs sincerely, Insecure girls. D ea r Wall Masons, STOP being so narcissistic. Yo urs sincerely, THE WALL.

CrossWord By Ayesha Borker Solution

Designer Babies By Rishika Sood TE Electronics The term ―designer babies‖ refers to a baby whose genetic makeup has been artificially selected by genetic engineering combined with in-vitro fertilization to ensure the presence or absence of certain genes or characteristics. The term is derived in comparison with ―designer clothing‖. It implies ultimate commodification of children. There are two types of moral or ethical questions one can ask about designer babies. • Are the technologies of genetic modification and selection safe enough to be used on humans? • Even if the technologies are safe, can they be morally defended? Hybrid plants and crops are being used by almost all the farmers around the globe. These are nothing but crops with their genomes altered to make them resistant to pests, diseases etc. Recent discoveries about the influence of genes on human traits such as susceptibility to disease, shyness, and athletic ability open the possibility of transferring these techniques to human beings. An experiment on mice performed at Princeton University suggests one way this might be done. Geneticists introduced an additional copy of a gene, NR2B, which is known to play a role in development of the brain. The result was that this mouse was able to learn faster and retain information for a longer time as compared to other mice. But it also had many side-effects one of which was greater sensitivity to pain. Doing such experiments on humans can be very risky. For example, we don’t know how the gene, NR2B, will arrive in the genome. If it goes the wrong way it might disrupt the function of another gene that is crucial for survival. Some think that genetic enhancements may change our descendents to such an extent that they might lose every link to our early ancestors, thus lose out on humanity. The most forthright response to the concern that genetic enhancement might deprive our descendents of their humanity comes from a group of thinkers who call themselves ―transhumanists‖. Transhumanists propose posthumanity as a goal rather than something to avoid. They allow that we may have difficulty relating to the inhabitants of the biotechnological future but claim that if they are free of disease, superintelligent, and routinely compose symphonies whose brilliance surpasses that of Beethoven’s Ninth, this failure of identification is our problem. This technology will be very useful for parents those who want to avoid passing on genetic diseases to their children. Thus, with this technology the whole world can one day be free of all the genetically inherited diseases and abnormalities. Along with the advantages there are also some disadvantages like the use of this technology for non-medical or cosmetic purposes. Sooner or later chromosomes will be available on the shelf and parents would have a variety to choose from: the color of eyes, hair, skin, physique, long life and even added intelligence. But in a society used to cosmetic surgery this won’t come as a huge shock. What would be shocking will be having babies that would not at all resemble their parents, neither in their looks nor in their genetic makeup. Introduction of new genes that never existed before would then pass on to untold human generations would change the entire human species. Thus, we’d end up with man-made human babies!! This technology that would sit us in driving edge of evolution is now falling into place. The question is what genes are we going change? How are we going to use this technology? How are we going to try to engineer people? More powerful the technology is, more possible are the screw ups going be. Only thing that can save society is public awareness.

Nanoscale Cloaking Device - Better Off Invisible? By: Himanshu R. SE Electronics Slip a magical garment over your head and, in the eyes of all onlookers, Vanish! – No rays enter the eye, there is nothing to see, and it is without shadow. H G Wells captured the public's imagination with The Invisible Man in 1897, and his book has been a favourite with filmmakers ever since. Cloaks of invisibility are rare in folklore; although they do occur

in some fairy tales, a more common trope is the cap of invisibility. Harry Potter can do it, and so could certain groups of futuristic creatures like on "Star Trek‖, science fiction franchise. Within the fictional universe of Harry Potter series of fantasy novels, this sort of thing tends to fly unquestioned on the grounds of Hogwarts. But this device is under some scientific inquiry. The principle of cloaking, with a cloaking device, was first proved at frequencies in the microwave radiation band on October 19, 2006. Indeed, this was considered the first step toward a cloaking device for visible light - which paved way for more advanced nanotechnology techniques to work with light's short wavelengths. Figure shows simulations on how light interacts with the cross section of the cloaking device. When it’s uncloaked (top), light is reflected off the object. But when it’s cloaked (bottom), light is guided around the object and anything within it (Credit: Birck Nanotechnology Center, Purdue University). As theoretical studies suggests cloaking deals with controlling electromagnetic fields, directing light where and how to go. The first working invisibility cloak was demonstrated by David R. Smith, professor at Duke University, makes reference to a fundamental problem with these devices as 'invisibility cloaks': ―... To make an object literally vanish before a person's eyes, a cloak would have to simultaneously interact with all of the wavelengths, or colors, that make up light.‖ And in order to have the effect used in fictions in real time, one just need to find right materials for the visible wavelengths. But a genuine cloaking effect isn't far around the corner ... Cornell researchers have developed a device that can make it seem that a bump in a carpet or any flat surface - isn't there! So far the illusion works only at the nanoscale, but the researchers suggest that the basic principle might eventually be scaled up for military and communications applications – stealth technologies, or perhaps used in reverse to concentrate solar energy. Devices that bend microwaves around small objects have previously been demonstrated (for example, by researchers at the University of California in Berkeley of having developed material that can bend light around 3D objects making them "disappear") but this is the first cloaking device to work at optical frequencies, the researchers said. This device is expected to works over a range of wavelengths from infrared into visible red light, it bends light bouncing off a reflective surface in a way that corrects for the distortion caused by a bump in the surface. Imagine controlling the light in front of a funhouse mirror so that reflections look perfectly normal, and the mirror looks flat. On a silicon wafer, Michal Lipson's group with her colleagues in Nanophotonics Research Group, based on a design by British physicists Ulf Leonhardt and Sir John Pendry, made a tiny reflector ~ 30 μm long with a 5-μm-wide bump in the middle, then placed an array of vertical silicon posts, each 50 nm in diameter, in front of it. Because the posts are much smaller than the wavelength of the light, the light behaves as if it were passing through a solid whose density varies with the density of the posts. As light passes between regions of high and low density it is refracted, or bent, in the same way light is refracted as it passes from air to glass. By designing smooth transitions of the density of posts, the researchers could control the path of the light to compensate for the distortion caused by the bump. And when the observer looks at the light reflected, sees a flat mirror without the bump! Researchers suggested a variation of the technique to bend light around an object - which could be made larger by using technology that moldsnanoscale patterns onto a surface. Such refraction control might also be used in reverse to concentrate light in a small area to efficiently collect solar energy. "At the core is the fact that we're manipulating light, telling it where to go and how to behave," said Carl Poitras, a research associate on the Cornell team. So, while we have been inspired by the invisibility of fictional worlds, perhaps the discoveries that might follow will in turn have an impact in fictional worlds - as well as in the actual world. And soon you would be saying - Now you see me, Now you don't!

EPIC FAIL ―There is no reason anyone would want a computer in their home.‖ — Ken Olson, president, chairman and founder of Digital Equipment Corp. (DEC), maker of big business mainframe computers, arguing against the PC in 1977. ―We will never make a 32 bit operating system.‖ — Bill Gates

―A rocket will never be able to leave the Earth’s atmosphere.‖ — New York Times, 1936. ―There will never be a bigger plane built.‖ — A Boeing engineer, after the first flight of the 247, a twin engine plane that holds ten people ―Nuclear-powered vacuum cleaners will probably be a reality in 10 years.‖ -– Alex Lewyt, president of vacuum cleaner company Lewyt Corp., in the New York Times in 1955. ―There is not the slightest indication that nuclear energy will ever be obtainable. It would mean that the atom would have to be shattered at will.‖ — Albert Einstein, 1932 ―The horse is here to stay but the automobile is only a novelty – a fad.‖ — The president of the Michigan Savings Bank advising Henry Ford’s lawyer, Horace Rackham, not to invest in the Ford Motor Co., 1903 ―The Americans have need of the telephone, but we do not. We have plenty of messenger boys.‖ — Sir William Preece, Chief Engineer, British Post Office, 1878. ―The world potential market for copying machines is 5000 at most.‖ — IBM, to the eventual founders of Xerox, saying the photocopier had no market large enough to justify production, 1959. ―Fooling around with alternating current is just a waste of time. Nobody will use it, ever.‖ — Thomas Edison, American inventor, 1889 (Edison often ridiculed the arguments of competitor George Westinghouse for AC power). ―[Television] won’t be able to hold on to any market it captures after the first six months. People will soon get tired of staring at a plywood box every night.‖ — Darryl Zanuck, movie producer, 20th Century Fox, 1946. ―Rail travel at high speed is not possible because passengers, unable to breathe, would die of asphyxia.‖ — Dr Dionysys Larder (1793-1859), professor of Natural Philosophy and Astronomy, University College London. ―The wireless music box has no imaginable commercial value. Who would pay for a message sent to no one in particular?‖ — Associates of David Sarnoff responding to the latter’s call for investment in the radio in 1921.

MS abroad : THE GRE By Azriel Samson BE Electronics The GRE or whatever other exam you choose to attempt is generally the inception of the next big thing in your life. Such paramount life altering scenarios are a cause for great anxiety and while familiarizing yourself with nuances of the GRE, article, so you don’t have to storm your seniors with questions, the way I did. The GRE has 3 sectionsVerbal/English (tough) -30minutes Quant/Math (easy) -45minutes Writing Section (2 essays) -45+30minutes Total preparation time required- around 2-3 months ETS (Educational Testing Services) develops and administers the GRE tests. th 5 Semester “That Deepak has already started preparing for his post graduation entrances, when are you going to start?” My mom has this irksome habit of comparing me with others, so much so that I had come to hate the name DEEPAK. But that’s how the inevitable question finally appeared – What do I do with my life? If you’re in your T.E. and you can’t answer this question, I suggest you get right down to it. My dad occupies a good position in the corporate rung and hence was constantly talking about the perks of pursuing a MBA (which is supposedly the shortest route to the bank), so without much consideration I purchased all the CAT books. th 6 Semester : T.E. “What is more important – Money or Job Satisfaction?” This was the dilemma now. After a lot of brain racking and sleepless nights (slight exaggeration) I finally decided it was the satisfaction for me, and that meant I had a new goal – the GRE. So, I sold the CAT books, got my parents slightly annoyed at my indecisiveness, but they supported me nonetheless.Luckily I happen to have this extremely WHIMSICAL friend who had apparently bought brand new GRE prep material but then decided to start his own busin ess(and yes, he is a batch mate!!). So voila..me being Jewish and an Indian I was overjoyed at the opportunity to get FREE stuff. That last part is something my friends would say. Now coming down to the facts 1) Buy Flash cards to hone your vocabul ary. Every GRE aspirant has to memorize around 4000 words. You could start much in advance and do a little every day - if you can keep it up for long on a regular basis or just like me, mug everything in a month. (I ended up memorizing 7 boxes of cards this semester Total words = 7x140 = 980 words (you could do more) If your looking for a fun way to memorize some words the best book available is ‘Word Power made easy’ by Normal Lewis. I had a friend who’d quiz me on a few words every day too! 2) 1 or 2 year old books will do just fine - borrow them from your seniors. I used Barrons for Verbal and Nova for Quant. Other popular reference books are Kaplan, Princeton and Bigbook. Bigbooktest are a compilation of actual GRE questions and answers. Since ETS is very strict about privacy this is the only source to real GRE questions.

3) Book your date at least 3-4 months in advance at www.ets.org/gre th I booked my date such that I got 2 whole months of prep time after 6 Semester exams.

Vacations after 6 Semester Exams Now comes the time when you really have to slog it. These 2 months decide whether you make or break it. Forget civilization for a while and you will reap your rewards. (Did I mention it was difficult to attend college?) Getting into the groove is tough but eventually it becomes routine. Anyway, so here is what I did. You could implement variations, whatever suits you better. 1) For the first one month, I concentrated only on the Flash cards and Quant. I did nearly 1 box per day. By the end I didn’t recollect much and that was freaky. But no need to worry, it happens to everyone. Plus lots of revisions left. Quant is a breeze. 2) Month 2 - Here is where you have to plan properly. At the same time keep revising your cards. Things I did: a) Read through the verbal section of Barrons (2-4 days). The quant section you should have already completed by now. b) Solved Bigbook verbal section, i.e. 54 tests. I aimed for 6 tests a day accounting to a total of 9 days as I was on a tight 2 month schedule. c) Read through the writing section anytime I felt like I needed a change and wrote few essays myself. d) For the rest of the days, I solved any and every test I could lay my hands on. I started with the full length tests in the books. The books come along with CD’s which have additional computer practice tests. Barrons, Kaplan, Princeton and Nova – I did them all. e) If you still have the time (which you shoul d), get more testing softwares from your seniors. The ones I recommend are Peterson and Cambridge review and 800score.com’s 5 tests. f) IMP- ETS had its own POWERPREP practice tests which are freely downloadable, containing 2 full length tests. They are the most accurate replicas of the actual test and thus, the best judge of what your final score might be. Be sure to solve them only in the last 2-3 days. Finally try to get adequate sleep on the night before the exam, although I could hardly sleep. And the test centre is pretty chilly, so dress appropriately! I scored a 1410 (750 in Quant and 660 on the Verbal). You can easily score an 800 on Quant, like many people do and if you get maybe another questio n right on the Verbal you may just be able to score well over 1500. Remember that it’s very important to solve as many tests as possible. On the GRE you can never know everything, especially in the verbal section. What will give you an edge here are elimination strategies. Sometimes the question or answer choices seem completely alien, yet apply simple logic and elimination strategies (as enlisted in Barrons) and you will find your answer! The GRE is pretty straightforward. As long as you work regularly and diligently your results are guaranteed. If you still find a couple of your questions unattended to, come find me at the RAIT Alumni Association, I’ll try and help you out. st P.S. - The GRE format changes from 1 August 2011. If you choose to attempt the GRE in its present format, you may have to start your preparation well in advance. Also, since many students will want to do the same, do book your seat much before time.

RAMP Rait alumni mentorship program We have always had questions in life. Questions that were never well understood by our parents or teachers. What elective should I pick? Which company should I apply to? How the **** do I clear Microprocessors? MBA or not to MBA ?MS or not to MS? Which college in the US for my MS has a hot ca mpus and hotter chicks? How can I start my own company? Wouldn’t it be great if you had someone to advice you rather than order you as to what to do? Someone who is doing exactly what you see yourself doing in years to come. Someone who has already established himself and made it large in life. That’s exactly where the RAIT Alumni Mentorship Program (RAMP) comes into the picture. Once you enrol under the RAMP, you will be assigned a mentor and the RAIT Alumni Association (RAA) arranges the meeting between you and your mentor. Then the ball is in your court. The mentor will guide you, advice you or simply offer insights into the world by relating their experiences. Dispensing advice is a form of nostalgia and it is always smarter to learn from others’ mistakes. We have Vice-Presidents of multinational companies, owners of multi -crore enterprises, hundreds of students in prestigious universities in the USA, thousands of professionals in top notch corporates, high flying managers who started out just like you are – as students of RAIT. And many of them have volunteered to help you take the fastest way to the top. Among those helping you will be Mr Pankaj Patharphode – Managing director, Royal bank of Scotland; Rajeev Gupta – President, Fujitsu India; Priten Bangdivala – Vice President, Aditya Birla Minacs; Manish Sharma – Founder, Printo.in; and many many more. You get a comprehensive list to choose from once you enrol in the Program. Remember that good advice is harder to find than money. Be real. No one wants to mentor someone who is perfect. These people were once where you are today. And they want to help you get where they are, and fast. You get to talk about your dreams, your aspirations, your life over lunch. And we are paying for lunch. That’s a good start. So register today. Contact the Alumni Association for details or simply call 9220699010/9004136443.

By Sagnik Roychowdhury TE Information Technology Hi, I am Sagnik Roychowdhury; and I am a Microsoft Student Partner. What is this student partner program you ask me? Well, this program is aimed to cater to students pursuing Undergraduate and Graduate courses in the fieldf all around the world. Microsoft started this program to encourage students who are interested in working with all kinds of new technologies. They promoted them and provided them with tools and guidance so that they would achieve their dreams. My journey as an MSP (That is what we call ourselves. Neat, no?)has been nothing short of a roller-coaster ride. The selection procedure was quite rigorous and only a handful people were selected. I was among the lucky few to be chosen. I was ecstatic to say the least. The journey thus far has been amazing and with a promise of an even more amazing future. There are around 30 MSPs in Mumbai and a total of around 500 in entire India. We conduct seminars that cater to students in various colleges. We are provided with tools and are trained by people from Microsoft so that we can do so in an effective manner. We get exclusive privileges from Microsoft like free MSDN subscriptions, genuine software, loads of goodies and most importantly a complete insight into the technical field that we wish to enter after our graduation. We get to attend Technical seminars where developers from all over the world come and share their ideas. And at the end of the day, we feel the satisfaction of having accomplished something. You must be thinking that you need to be some kind of a Nerd to become an MSP. Well my friend, I beg to differ. You just need to have a passion and enthusiasm for technology. You need to be keen on learning new things. And you need to be enterprising. So, all those who are into working with software and can p resent themselves in an effective manner must apply for this program. For further details, you can contact me any time. I would be happy to help all of you. And yeah, I would be trying to form a Student Tech Club. Wherein we would learn about new techno logies side by side and promote them. In short we would be forming a team of students who are enthusiastic about technology and are willing to learn new things. Various activities are in store. Do get in touch. For more details do visit: www.microsoftstudentpartners.com P.S. â&#x20AC;&#x201C; And do try and attend the seminars that would be organized by us. I promise loads of fun.

Candid with Sandesh Patil The Placement Season is on in RAIT and the excitement is palpable everywhere. With a large number of companies recruiting engineers from RAIT, the competition is at an all -time high. The junior batches are curious about the preparation and expectations of big companies. We have approached Sandesh Patil, recruited by Morgan Stanley, to give tips and an insight into the placement process. To all the ambitious students, take notes and dream big. 1. How does it feel to know you have clinched a job here, at this BIG a company? I am really happy and proud to bag such an offer. And oh yeah very lucky at the same time! 2. There are a lot of myths surrounding your packageâ&#x20AC;Ś can you dispel them? The basic pay is 7.32 lakhs pa and including all the perks given; this year's package would be around 9.5 lakhs. 3. How does it feel being a mini celebrity of sorts in college? What can i say now! I am loving all the attention I am getting! 4. Are there anyone you would like to attribute your success to? I would definitely attribute my success to my family and all my friends for supporting me through out. And I owe to all the past experiences (failures, I must say) that helped me a lot. 5. What would you say about the difficulty of the aptitude test? What suggestions would you give to someone preparing for it? The aptitude test comprised of 3 sections: The first section(Computer fundamentals: DBMS, OS and data structure questions) was quite moderate on difficulty. Second section (C/C++/Java output questions) was a little difficult and lengthy. There was choice among the three languages. The third section ( Quant + logic ) was the easiest one. My suggestions for preparing aptitude would be, go for the basics of quant and logic first, as these two sections are asked in each and every aptitude exam. Then for technical part preparing C++, Java, DBMS, data structure would be enough for most aptitudes and Interviews. 6.

Can you tell us about the experience of giving the HR interview?

Actually there were 4 rounds of interview. Two technical, one group activity and one Professional -Fit round. So here instead of HR round there were 2 rounds (Group Activity and Pro-Fit round).Pro-fit round was the most interesting round and even a challenging one too. I must say that in HR round there isnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t a perfect answer for all the questions. You just need to be yourself and speak what you really think. HR people check your communication skills and usually drill you on questions like why do u want to join that organization, team leadership, team work and how would you handle different situations at the workplace. Professional fit(pro-fit) round was an interview taken by a Team Leader from Morgan Stanley. Quite similar to HR round.It was to check if the candidates were fit for the organisation. It was basically to check how the candidate would behave in the organisation. It was like an overall personality test. They wanted to check the creativity, ability to deal with new and unknown problems, eagerness and the reason to join the organisation. The team leader gave some real life scenarios and a sked me how would I react to those situations. There were questions like how would you deal with a client who never likes your work, how would you make your juniors come on time for some meeting(considering they are some geniuses(read IITians) but not very punctual and you cannot fire them) And a few more.

What was the level of the competition you had to face?

Competition was high because there were more than 300 students appearing for aptitude from three different colleges (RAIT, VESIT and Fr. Agnel Bandra). Out which only 28 cleared the aptitude test and then finally only 3 people got placed. And even expectations of Morgan Stanley were high from the students, in terms of technical knowledge and other aspects of personality, so it was a tough battle to be won. 8. How excited are you to be working there? I am very much excited about working at Morgan Stanley; just the thought of working there brings a smile on my face. Working there would mean interacting with people from all around the globe, which I thin k I am going to enjoy a lot. 9. Any advice you would like to give to your juniors? My advice would be work as hard as you can but still enjoy your college life as much as you can ( you are never going to get it back!).Getting a job (even a dream job) isnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t that difficult. You just need some efforts, perseverance, a positive attitude and ability to learn from your own experiences.

NAAD - The soul connect By Samarth Dabral BE Computers NAAD came into being in February 2009.The thought was to form a Hindi band which would be a confluence of Sufism and soulful melodies. The idea was to start a revolution amongst the youth. With this aim, we started a musical journey called “NAAD”. NAAD was incepted by me and Shawn Edwards. We started playing in college since October 2008 and have been composing and playing ever since. We started our hunt for other musicians and tried to form a band. We found Gaurang and Jay who eventually became the lead guitarist and the rhythm guitarist of Naad, respectively. It then took us almost 6 months to find the right percussionist for our kind of music .We found Prashant, a drummer who had been playing on a reality show and had immense love for Hindi music. We had our first jam in the basement jamming room which used to be a center for musicians and music lovers. We still missed out on the soul component of the music that we always wanted our music to have. Suddenly a thought struck my mind and I felt that a flute could add the zing that we had been looking for. Voila!!!!! The very next moment I knew who we were searching for. Ganesh the flautist with the magic flute enters our band, and has been an integral part of NAAD ever since. Finally, NAAD was complete after almost 7 months of hunting down the best musicians .The members: Samarth (vocals &lyrics), Shawn (composer & keyboards), Gaurang (lead guitarist), Jay (rhythm guitarist), Ganesh (flautist) and Prashant (drums). The band was all set to rock the stage now. Once we select a song, we try not to cover it as it is. We try to incorporate what we call the “NAAD EFFECT”. Shawn changes the entire structure of the song and we take it forward in the jamming sessions. Each member then adds their ideas to make it even better. In the end, we get a song which is completely different, more vibrant and more colorful. Every band ought to have its Original compositions. We do have a couple of original compositions which I am sure you folks must have heard when we performed in the college. Our influences include Indian Ocean, Euphoria, Fuzon, Colonial Cousins etc. Our first show was at “GOONJ” Inorbit Mall ,Vashi. Since then we have been performing at various locations in Mumbai.We kicked off 2011 with a show for some special people at ”Dr.Fabian Almieda’s psycosocial rehabilitation and day care centre”. It was amazing to see the way people connected there with us. We almost performed there for 3 hrs and we all believed that we could go on and on, that’s when we learnt that music can bring happiness to even those people who have been despondent for the most part of their lives and music can slowly but surely be remedial. We had another performance at VESP college which got an amazing response from the crowd. Currently we are taking up shows for many colleges as a headlining band and also looking forward to performing at HORIZON 2011. Hope to see you there.

At The Bus Stop By Shilpa Manne SE Information Technology I stood as usual at the bus stop. Although the love of my life, my husband of three years, stood beside me, my mind was elsewhere. My eyes were restless; searching for him…… Marrying my boyfriend after ten years of courtship was a natural progression. What we had n‟t expected was the responsibilities and challenges that marriage brought along with it. And slowly domesticity and boredom crept into our rock-solid relationship. I yearned for those wild nights, craved for that raw passion. I missed whispering sweet nothings into his ear, passing notes during lectures…Working together, travelling together and eating together-being constantly with each other 24/7 wasn‟t fun anymore. It was as if the paint had slowly peeled off the wall; leaving behind a dull, monotonous g rey. That was when he came as a whiff of fresh air… What first attracted me to him was the disarming, dimpled smile. He had light eyes and milky white skin. He was standing at the bus stop; his mother in tow, when I first saw him. He was wearing a red ch eckered shirt that made him look extremely handsome. And since then, for weeks, I kept staring at him. But he never reciprocated. My husband caught me often but kept quiet. I now knew what was missing in my life; what would complete me. There was a noticeable change in my behaviour now. My feet hardly touched the ground. I was flying. Life seemed beautiful… Yes, I loved my husband very much but I loved him too. Some weeks later, he smiled at me, only a little, but that swept me off my feet. I could hardly breathe. Slowly, he started throwing shy, furtive glances in my direction. But I knew he was afraid to approach me. So, I decided to take the first step. I was prepared to bear the consequences. I steeled myself and walked to him; my heart ramming in my chest. And I boldly, took him in my arms! Unexpectedly, his mother did not mind. (So, she approved of me?).But most surprising of all, my husband smiled indulgently! Everybody‟s eyes were on us. For a long time he kept staring at me, unsure of how to react . And suddenly, he started crying! I was shocked and taken aback, not knowing what to do! Suddenly, I remembered he loved chocolates. So, to pacify him, I took one from my purse and offered it to him. Hesitatingly, he accepted it. Then, taking a bite, the five year old boy in my arms smiled warmly revealing his dimples and said:”CHOCI!”

The Note By Nidish Nair BI TS, Goa “Make it to the top of Halwa Hill by sunset. Or Selvam dies,” read the red note. The words were scribbled with a whitener, in haste and the handwriting was barely legible. The note had been slipped under the front door of his thoroughly untidy one room apartment. He‟d groggily made it to his door, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, his mission being the retrieval of the morning newspaper. He almost swept the clutter absently aside with his feet, as he tried to clear the floor around the door. The clutter consisted of rat droppings, chips of cheap ceiling paint, Boomer wrappers and scraps of paper with rough drafts of what he hoped would be his first successful, syndicated comic strip. But a bright red note in a pale pile of crap is hard to miss. Counting him, it looked like the most vibrant, alive thing in the room. He‟d pick it up and hang on to it even if it was from his father, and read “You‟re an astonishing failure! You MUST kill yourself immediately!” The fact that the note was slipped in face down, with the reverse side saying “DON‟T IGNORE THIS!” in bold helped too. What‟s funny, he thought, was that he hadn‟t the slightest idea who this Selvam was. He stood at his front door, gaping blankly at the note now in his hand. He looked up after having read it 3 more times and thought hard. Nope. Selvam, have I met a Selvam, he mused with a smile. He slowly walked back to the only chair in his apartment by the window. He slumped in it with a thud and then remembered that he‟d failed his newspaper mission altogether. With a heavy sigh, and a heavier slouch he made for the door once again, this time staring at the newspaper on the dusty WELCOME mat outside. He brought back the newspaper and was halfway back to his chair when he realised he hadn‟t closed the door. He looked down to see if he‟d forgotten to wear his clothes. There. “Phew,” he said out aloud and started for his chair again, when a ventilation breeze reminded him that he had to close the door and not check if he was dressed. He moaned loudly, but sat down anyway in what he barely convinced himself was a gesture to defend his own absent-mindedness. Why should I keep the doors and windows closed, when there‟s such good ventilation? A rat bounded in through his door and vanished underneath the sparse furniture. That‟s why . He placed the note carefully on the table and unfolded the newspaper, breathing in the smell of fresh print. It was a habit he‟d relished since his school days. So was cartooning. Although considering the state of his “career” as a cartoonist, he may have made more money and headlines as a professional paper-sniffer.

People are anyway paid obscene amounts of money for (incompetently) doing random jobs these days. Like Indian film critics. And those useless ladies at Audi or Volkswagen or wherever, whose SOLE job is to stick their noses into cars fresh off the assembly line JUST to make sure it SMELLS right. He picked up the newspaper and skipped page to the section with the comics. He read through them all, nit-picking and comparing them to his own rejected work. He noticed not one of the strips was Indian. Or made in this millennium. He scowled. Abandoning the newspaper, he picked up the note again. Surely, you couldn‟t ignore a threat note. Especially if it was a fatal threat.Regardless of whether you know the prospective victim or not. This must be a prank. He laughed out aloud as he remembered that he didn‟t have any close friends who‟d have the decency and audacity to do such a thing. Nor any foes who‟d relish a practical joke on him. He read the note again. I don‟t even KNOW who Selvam is! With an audible BAH, he decided to ignore the note for the time being and focus on the real task of the day. He had to ink a

sample comic strip to be sent by sundown to the editor of a respectably well-circulated magazine. He cleared his table except for the note which he kept on one corner. He spread his cartooning paraphernalia around him and tossed a Boomer into his mouth. After an hour of fruitless scribbling, he threw his pencil down, frustrated. He picked up the note again and read it for the 8 th time. He drifted off into a fantasy where he did indeed show up at Halwa Hill and rescue Selvam from the evil vice of a biker gang in lungis and oversized sunglasses! Inspired by his imaginary heroics and amused by the costumes of the imaginary villains, he got back to work. He labored for several more hours and kept himself amused with more Note fantasies. His favourite one involved a reward by Selvam‟s grateful, stunningly beautiful sister, who happened to have a thing for brave, struggling cartoonists. Yet, the frustration of failure thus far caught up to him. It was 5pm and he had yet to strike upon a passably witty and catchy idea. Exasperated, he collapsed back into his chair and chewed on his gum furiously, till it felt like rubber. He looked sideways and aimed for the already overflowing dust bin next to the almirah. Spit and behold! It stuck to a crumpled ball of paper and he exulted loudly at this insignificant victory. He wasn‟t quite sure why he felt such joy but it was good to have something go his way today. Maybe he WOULD finish the comic in time. Maybe it would be the one that finally turned his life around. Maybe he‟d brush his teeth now and complete whatever else would normally have been his morning routine. He indulged in yet another Selvam- rescue fantasy and was halfway through, when the paper/gum ball fell on the floor. His smile vanished and his fantasy shattered. A sense of defeat began pervading every part of him slowly and inexorably, even as he struggled to comprehend how a piece of gum was causing him such anguish. He looked up and in the almirah mirror, catching a glimpse of the most defeated looking person on earth. And in that moment, ALL his failures, all his insecurities, all his troubles in life came crashing down on him with relentless, crushing force. After wallowing in self-pity for a good part of an hour, he felt hollow. Numb. His eyes were now dry and he was sprawled on his uncomfortable wooden chair, watching the sun setting through his window. A hideous sight, considering the run-down locality of his apartment building. He noticed the red note almost glimmering in the twilight. He looked at the open newspaper and read the headline again. And he laughed. Uncontrollably, until the tears came. Suddenly, his mind became startlingly clear! He smiled, wiped his face and stood up. He knew what he had to do. He took a shower, brushed his teeth, changed into his smartest clothes and pocketed the note. He took out his excuse for a briefcase, filled it with copies of all his favourite works and walked to the front door. As he stood out in the hallway, he looked back reminiscently at his crumbling apartment. His entire life depended on Selvam now… He was at the top of Halwa Hill and the sun hadn‟t yet set. He was just in time. Not to his surprise, there was indeed, a Selvam tied to a tree sticking out over the steeper wall of the hill, much like a small cliff. Selvam was unconscious when he found him and there wasn‟t any sign of the people who could have sent him that note. He‟d propped Selvam against a rock nearby and stood at the very lip of the hill. He was looking down, estimating the drop.

“Oye, who the hell are you? Where‟s Faisal?” yelled a kid as he ran up the hill towards him, his gang following him. Here they come. Finally . “I saved Selvam. Look.” He said proudly, gesturing towards the rock. He then engaged himself in a conversation with the now awake Selvam, disregarding the bewildered expressions on the faces of the kids in front of him. “You thought I‟d think this was a prank,” he barked at the kids suddenly. “And not come to his rescue? Look at how grateful he is. LOOK!” he said fiercely. The kids followed his pointed finger to a rotting log of wood by the rock. They nodded and slowly began backing away. “Did you send the note to the right house?” whispered the leader kid to a wiry kid at the back. “Crap!!..I guess not!” yelped the tiny one. The gang retreat from the man, who was now holding the log of wood delicately. HA! Defeated you!Just one last thing left to do. Clutching his briefcase he approached the edge of the hill. With a deep breath he opened the briefcase and let his life‟s work fly into the darkness below. “Come, Selvam. We shall find something to do..” the kids heard the madman saying, as they hid from view. They saw him walk away cradling a piece of wood in his arms and talking to it affectionately.

The Liberal Conservative By Aravindhan Nagarajan 2010 Alum On my way to Bhopal to meet my cousin for the weekend, I shared two and a half hours on a bus ride with an IT professional also employed at my plant site here in Madhya Pradesh. What makes this journey and the company distinctive is that my co-passenger is the Indian equivalent of a Cowboy from Texas; he is Haryanvi, 6ft 2inches(apparently average height in his town!) and the son of the soil kind of a guy. Between discussing my line of work, carbon credits, the best way to exercise, forming the perfect wr estling hand grip which he learnt in an akhada; this information was much to the dismay of my wrist, how to classify good looking women with primitive animal and bird names and everything under the sun, and things financial, economical or aesthetic (read alcohol) we also discussed a few social issues. I mean I was comfortable doing so. What radical new thoughts could I encounter? May be a few dark truths about India which I could read anyway. You see I fool myself into believing that I am the iconoclast in a conservative world, filled with liberal ideas and thoughts that a new India is geared up for. So when he told me, on my insistence what a Khaap and a Khaappanchayat meant I wasn't too surprised. Did you know the Khaap defines your brotherhood and everyone in it and also an area where you can't get married into? This includes a unit formed from 12 villages, everyone who shares your father's surname, your mother's maiden surname and your grandmother's(father's mother) maiden surname. And well yes there are still people left who you can marry then. I then learnt the origins of the surname Tyaagi, well it‟s more of a debate you got to chose which version

you believe in: brahmin descendants who gave up all land thus sacrificed (Tyaag)or Brahminical descendant s who gave up (also tyaag)their ways, either way one more cast defined fun fact in the Hindi Hinterland. The topic moved on to honour killings which my guide thought was alright if someone teases and tries to hit on your sister or tries any inter-religious love marriage. So far so good, along expected lines, conservative and well medieval almost. But here is where he surprised me, on the question of marrying (arranged marriage) within your own khaap,he said " when people marry

into their own Khaaps the marriage surely takes place with the blessings of all the elders and panchayati heads around? but why do they not check the Khaap thing then and there? instead of waiting for a decade when the couples have kids and then declare that they are now siblings and can't live together. It is stupid and a down right shame." Critical commentary on a social practice. Not that it was a radical thought but I was impressed none the less, only to be disappointed again by some unfortunate Mohammedan bashing which was crude, stupid and condemnable. And then every fibre of my Mumbai bred apple pie (don't know the Indian equivalent of this american phrase) life started to get agitated. I mean it is irrelevant if there is a religion you belong to or not, hey it is even irrelevant as I think whether there is A god, any god or anything but anarchy and chaos controlling the universe (this all dramatically changes while praying to get India to win a cricket match though). So I almost shut out and then he hits me, mentally that is.

'You must have a girlfriend, so do you smoke? You must have smoked occasionally, does she know?' To all this I give a nod of the head which while it doesn't say no also doesn't say yes, and that is where I leave it dear readers I am not giving you any answers. And just as I leave it to you to decide my friend decided that the nod of the head was in fact an affirmative declaration.

"Why don't you tell her? So if you do tell her why don't you smoke in front of her or better yet smoke with her?" This is when it hit me now of all the things I don't have any problems with women choosing and doing; clothes, profession, curfew deadlines, drinks, sexual orientation the major turn off apart from being high handed, incapable of holding a conversation and being part of a satanic cult, is when they smoke!! I do not know why.

If you can smoke surely she can too, he said. I mean does she not have the rights to do so?? So the cowboy from haryana with his rustic thoughts on life dealt a blow to the liberal Mumbai -ite. Isn't considering something a turnoff as good as an ill conceived prejudice and more importantly isn't it as good as those other conservative statements which I seem to abhor?? What makes me be so condescending towards his thoughts? Well may be yes but may be no. While I am no expert on the principle of lassiez fair or a proponent of unabashed neo-liberalism I think the idea behind it all is that I can hold on to my thoughts just as much as he can hold on to his beliefs. As conflicting as they may be, as much as I want to oppose them my right and my wrong are well just mine and not applicable to anyone else, just as long as it does not harm people around us in any way.

SMS By Surabhi Srivastava TE Electronics and Telecom I bob my head to the music which sounds through the earphones, one of which adorned my right ear. On the rare occasions when one sat and did their assignment themselves for a change, music was pretty much the only thing that kept them sane. Even as I hum the tune, my ears don‟t miss the footsteps behind the closed doors-years of training- and sure enough, the knob begins to twist. The earphone was ripped out of the ear, most brutally extracted from the phone‟s handset and was then thrown under the table, all before the door opened. Practice makes a man, and a woman, perfect. Enter Mom. “Your clothes,” she explains her entry. I nod back, mutter a thanks and smile in gratitude, all the while wondering if she really thought she‟d fool me. She was checking up on me. Else, she‟d be shouting her lungs out, asking me to collect my stuff myself. She then comes and stands beside me. That‟s new. I try to ignore the uneasiness one feels when someone watches over their shoulder, and continue doing my college work. Subject-Communication Skills.An assignment on different types of letter. “What‟s the word?” She questions, pointing at something I‟d scribbled on the paper. “Gonna,” I tell her. Her brows furrow in confusion. “Going to,” I explain. “Very understanding of the university to allow slang,” she says, sarcasm dripping from each word. Sarcasm is pretty popular these days. I almost snorted, but I‟d finally caught on to her meaning. Shoot! Did I just use „gonna‟ in a „formal letter‟? „That‟s what short messaging does to you,‟ the sincere part of my head chastised me in a very „I-told-youso‟ manner.

Some months back, I‟d come across an article in the newspaper about a research conducted by Ireland‟s Department of Education on Effect of text-messaging on youngsters. They claimed to have determined that text messaging, with its use of phonetic spelling and little or no punctuation seems to pose a threat to traditional conventions in writing. After all, the short-message format routinely butchers grammar, syntax, and punctuation for the sake of slang and brevity. The report not only blamed texting's shorthand vocabulary for poor spelling, it also hinted at a larger problem: that children trained to write at a rapid -fire pace are failing to think analytically about test answers. They instead answer quickly, with little thinking and few words. I had discarded the piece of information as useless, in my case. „ I know when to use what form of English,‟ I‟d thought, rather smugly, ignoring the smaller voice of logic which asked of me to be careful anyway. Too bad the “sub-conscious” people keep mentioning does exist. I actually had to sit and think if tomorrow had two „m‟s or „r‟s when I was required to use proper English, thanks to all the times I texted it as „2moro‟. Ever since the advent of this technology, educators have noticed and studied its effect on youngsters. While there is supporting evidence suggesting an improvement in social development of adolescents, a more pertinent issue is its adverse effect on the children‟s language skills. Poor grammar and wrong pronunciations are a cause of worry, educators assert. They fear English language is being flushed down the drain. The difference between‟ your‟ and „you‟re „; „to‟, „two‟ and „too‟; „ones‟ and „once‟ etcetera is disappearing! “Texting”, they believe, has promoted surplus use of shortened words and abbreviations to a point where the youngsters fail to differentiate between formal and informal language. Also, I‟ve realized, people (me included) tend to get too dependent on „smilies‟. Not good. When words don‟t do it for you, you know there‟s something wrong. As „u‟ start writing „u‟ instead of „you‟ (which has happened to you, Admit it!), you know it is time to be more careful with your text-messaging and IM-ing. But, some educators do take this trend positively. They revel in their belief that kids are now more comfortable with writing. They opine that texting and IM-ing has prompted kids to think before they write to attain precision of message, hence helping the kids inculcate writing skills. Jesse Sheidlower of the Oxford English Dictionary was quoted as saying “There is no official English language. Language is spread not because anyone dictates any one thing to happen. The decisions are made by the language and the people who use the language.” So, do we need to device measures to curb this trend of short-handing? Or do we accept the new „words‟? (LOL, ASAP etcetera) So, is English deteriorating? Or is it „evolving‟?

Is it beating the smarts out of the youngster‟s minds? Or is it helping their all-round development? Wat do u thnk?

TOM‟s Story By Sneha Das TE Computers Let us now talk about a guy. I shall call him Tom. Coz Dick is not done and Harry is officially Harry Potter. Tom had many ideas. One of them was to fall in love. He had decided to fall for someone pretty and smart. He liked telling that to people too. They were all mighty impressed. This was a guy who knew what he wanted. And it seemed pretty much what they wanted, so he couldn‟t be anything short of a genius. He called up all his friends the day The girl came into his life. They were all appropriately jealous and appreciative. Dick and Harry (his best friends) couldn‟t get over how lucky he was. Hadn‟t they all decided game plans together, over pints of beer? Luck. What else? Tom couldn‟t wipe the smile off his face. The textbook (in every head) agreed that he had the right to be happy. He dutifully obliged. Of course there were fights. But didn‟t the book say they solidified relationships. Exactly. Things were fine. Months passed. Tom wanted to be perfect. But the nicer he got, the sadder he got. Something was wrong. She was pretty. She was smart. She was Everything he wanted. They had fun. He Got what she said. What more Could he want? What more could he give? More niceness.Done. His friends were moving away. All looking for their One love. Going out in groups, buying drinks and wings. Tom stayed home with her. Making coffee and occasionally love. The smile, the gestures were becoming increasingly mechanical. There were some troubles in her life and he dutifully tried harder. Maybe she wanted More patience. He could manage. After a heated conversation, he debated on what would be the best way to win her back. Coz he had to, coz there was no one better than her around. The textbook had told him there was dearth of pretty, smart chicks and here was one. He decided he loved her enough to buy her flowers and lend her a shoulder. Again. And wasn‟t advice from a lover always beautiful. An unmistakable sign of compassion and empathy? So she would have it, Tom decided. After an evening‟s worth of verbal slaps and sardonic laughter, he came home shattered. The neighbor with the oily hair had brought home food her mom had cooked. It tasted nice and warm. She stayed back. She was nice and warm. He was Now happy. But he couldn‟t be so for long now, could he? She was not pretty and definitely not smart. No, he would have to give her up. He did so with alacrity. Months passed. A Phone call from his dream girl. She wanted to meet again. Tom decided to suit up and be the gentleman. Forget the feud and be nicer. Even more than he was before. HOW could she not melt then? This time he would Really think before giving her advice. He would make it Sound, thoughtful and sensible. Just like it said in the textbook.

Mary‟s Story By Surabhi Srivastava TE Electronics and Telecom His laughter rang in her ears like a melody. His gleeful, carefree face brought warmth to her heart and a smile on her face. She missed the joke everyone laughed at, too busy realizing just how happy sitting next to him made her. She was glad their friends were clicking pictures… She was going to preserve them forever. Her smile grew. His arms brushed with hers. Her heart raced. She felt she would explode with happiness. “Sorry,” he said, and her heart skipped a beat when he looked straight into her eyes. She didn‟t trust her voice to sound detached, so she just waved her hands offhandedly. He smiled. Butterflies seemed to dance in her throat. The chatting of the group of friends continued. She drenched herself in the ecstasy of being with him. It was time for them to leave. He punched her arms lightly in a goodbye gesture and she wanted to jump in delight. And then he did the same to the others. Reality came crashing down on her. They were friends. Only friends. Much though she wanted him to feel the way she did, she knew he never would. And she didn‟t want to lose the wonderful friendship in pursuit of something which might never be. He smiled when their eyes met. Her lips were too dry, but she did smile. Not like before. But he couldn‟t tell the difference.

By Sushrut Munje Instrumentation Dept.

Aunties, platfor ms and more

I had once rightly stated that the most irritating creatures on railway platforms are females. Even females around me had agreed. Such nobility. But then- I was just 16. I had just started using suburban trains in Mumbai. I was yet to see a highly gifted subclass of females on the not-so-but-very crowded railway stations. Aunties with all their slow, sweaty charisma. I'm stereotyping this species. Usually fat, but ample of them skinny. Lack of an ability to speak softly. As a result- they tend to yell. Lack of an ability to think clearly. As a result- they tend to not think at all. Lack of an ability to walk fast (YES!). As a result- they kinda waddle. I am often kept worried that they will lose their balance and fall just because of their sheer speed of waddling. They love to: 1. Glare - We'll get back to finer details of this highly entertaining characteristic. Just keep in mind that they luurve to glare at everyone and everything. 2. Argue/Fight/Make their displeasure known - Take it as you see it. According to me, this specific characteristic is a right (or wrong) pain in the a**. 3. Bitch - Avoid standing anywhere near the partition of ladies-gents compartment unless you want to hear a thousand and eight stories about a hundred and sixty three Aunty lives. 4. Be a Juggernaught - Remember blokes-who-value-their-lives, never stand between an Aunty and her destination. When Aunty wants to go somewhere and the time on her fat/skinny wrist is less, there is NO stopping her! She will push/trample/elbow/knee/head -bang her way towards it! So what if there's a crowd of men before her?! It is their ruddy fault they exist to push against! 5. Be a Roadblock - We are not allowed to be a Juggernaught. Because then we would be 'allegedly' sexually assaulting a thoroughly non-sexually attractive Aunty for all we know. Anyways, when the train's coming, all the roads through the female crowd are blocked by Aunties. And they glare at us for asking them to move. Cute guys travel much faster through such hazardous crowds. One can say- they sail through! Aunties are females after all. (Are they really?!) :P 6. Maintaining Sanctity - They somehow make up their mind of keeping in check the number of ladies in their compartment and refuse point-blank to accept any more. Wise thought: As I had once wisely said and don't hesitate to repeat it whenever neededMen push Inside a crowded compartment, Women push Outside. Now who's behind the strategy? Yes! Aunties! So let us glare at the nearest Math textbook we've got (or Biology which some of you losers probably hate) and get a feel of how it feels to be an Aunty.

This specimen of Womankind glares whenever it is pissed off, to make matters clear. Glaring is actually harmless for the subjects so for entertaining results, let us see ways of pissing an Aunty off while on a Railway platform: 1. Glare at them. This is a trigger and instantly works. For better results, make a deep frown and glare AROUND you. In that way, more Aunties glare back. The deeper their frown, the deeper is their pleasure. Works better if you're wearing black, have longish hair and sport a metal-head beard. (Their husbands must be pretty irritated of what their wives enjoy but hey this is not my genre of humor! Is it?) :P 2. Have a girl? Hold her hand, hug her, stand close to her, talk to her or just- have her with you. If you're around 18-19 years old, it is enough to piss off a genuine Aunty and voila! Just the fact of having a girl has an Aunty glaring at the two of you! 3. Walking at a good pace and using a cellphone/mp3 player at the same time makes an Aunty feel insecure about the safety of her non-manicured toenails. For no comprehensible reason. She thinks we have nothing better to do but to step on her toes and spoil our shoes. So she glares with a desperate hope of warding us off from her feet. 4. Wearing 'goggles' is not encouraged. An Aunty feels unsure of where exactly we are looking and that prompts her to make quick glances at your dark (hehehe) glasses. Like I'll look at the Aunty instead of the cute chick beside her. :P Motherly instinct regarding cute chicks? Maybe... Not unfounded, her fears are though... strictly in this case. 5. You. The very fact that you exist is enough for an already-pissed-off Aunty to glare at you. Interesting, no? These aunties find jobs as Government employees, irritating Profs, in banks, other clerical jobs, kitty parties, Homemakers and How-To-Be-An-Awesome-Aunty institutes. Yes dear folks, they need to make sure that the coming generation comes up with Aunties too. More on this subject? Want to know what makes an Aunty happy? Want to know how to woo an Aunty's really nice daughter? Want to know what helps ward off Aunties from platforms? Really- why bother? :P And yeah- nothing can ward off Aunties from platforms. It is their home ground. A place where Aunty interns learn from veteran Aunties. Aunties are here to stay. Learn to live with them. How? Stop giving a ruddy damn. :)

Relieved? By Shikhar Morodia BE Computers The ever-liberating feeling that surrounds you, the moment the last hour of the exam fades, suddenly makes you realize that much of the couple of dozen things you‟d planned to be done after those taxing exams, don‟t seem all that interesting anymore. It wouldn‟t be surprising to find oneself clueless when it comes to giving this holiday break a good start and make it a valuable spending. Having the dreadful feeling of exams disappear can be a reward in itself for some. Others are likely to get back to what they like doing the most, which I‟m sure includes spending more time with friends and family, pursuing hobbies old andnew, and maybe..prepping for the next semester. Despite the fact that we all have issues concerning exams, it‟s interesting to notice that the varying shades of the fear experienced, during the course of the examination phase, is self-induced. Now where does this fear sprouts from? Firstly, the thought of having our toil and labour being assessed at the hands of a stranger- who knows not of the sleepless nights invested in its making, may incite fright. Scoring lesser than what you had in mind might sound unfair. Moreover, the barbaric idea of being graded is akin to machines being scaled and indexed. But what we‟d also like to know is that what really is being assessed is the performance and clearly, the target under consideration is the mind and no machinery, and the two share a bevy of stark differences. A machine gets programmed to automate whereas, the mind learns to create. Automation t hrives on certainty and gets the expected result, everytime it is operated upon. The Mind engages with and then creates, creation involves growth which always lies in uncharted domains. It certainly was no play of dice, when you realize that the path of the machine makes schooling simpler than that of the mind. The Education system which was founded under the eyes of industrialism, subscribes to an examination pattern that serves to create the former. It‟s no news to figure that the industry dictates the curriculum more than anything else. And it‟s terrifying to observe the industry culture making its way into the heart of what true learning was all about. To imagine, even the parents being interviewed to get their kids admitted to kindergarten, couldn‟t have made this more obvious. This has bred a dog-eat-dog model in a growing student‟s head. This manufacture way of education has depleted the students of their inherent creative faculty, just as much as what the disconnected approach of the industry has done to the environment. Learning has been reduced to cold programming. Our mind with its largely untapped capacity, has a distinct approach to take when it comes to learning. It likes to engage with the stuff to be learnt, forming new associations with the old ones. It gets better if you share a history with the subject. And it most certainly doesn‟t work with either fear or compulsion, or both. The underlying emotional setup critically determines the nature and quality of your learning. This can be identified by taking a look at the reason why you learn something. Is it just for the sake of passing an exam? Are you really looking forward to understanding the essence of the subject to supplement your creativity? Or is it the score, scale and compare mindset? Everyone has a unique learning profile, which doesn‟t have to be perfectly compatible with the one most subscribe to. Recognizing this can call for a joyful learning experience, which you wanna get back to time and again. Some understand this and take immense pleasure in demonstrating what they learn with effortless ease. They often make it look easy, even though believed to be otherwise. This scenario is unheard of, in most cases, whereever conventional coaching is observed.

Sir Ken Robinson in one of his speeches at TEDtalk2010, mentions that our education system throughout the world revolves around the idea of linearity and that of conformity. Linearity wherein“..it starts here and you go through a track and if you do everything right you‟ll end up set, for the rest of your life.” What we miss is that“Life is not linear, it‟s organic. We create our lives symbiotically as we explore our talents in relation to the circumstances they help to create for us.” Also quoting,

“Human communities depend upon a diversity of talents not asingular conception of ability and the heart of our challenge is to reconstitute our sense of ability and of intelligence.” Real value lies in originality and innovation, not just reiterating a specific structure of an automation. So if you‟re worrying about your test results or overjoyed at the fact how great you did - there‟s a grander examination in the waiting- that of life. The evaluation of which is done by no invigilator or a supernatural being for that matter. The world has its own rules of operations where you really have no say of how unfair the odds are stacked up against you. Life (career or otherwise) doesn‟t have a set syllabus nor it adheres only to your sense of suitability. The real test will demand answers to the questions, life throws at you. And thats when your convictions drive you, whether you dwell on liberating ideas or limiting mind patterns. Those for whom learning stops after the exams and the certification that follows, really handicap themselves for the future. Besides, if you adapt a mechanical approach of strictly endorsing to what‟s told, makes matters worse. So much for the dear security they cling to. There‟s no „getting ahead‟ when you run in circles. Be honest with yourself for a change, question your commitmentsdoes it bring you joy and make for a fulfilling experience or do you treat it as a chore? Is it a short -term labour thing which is worthwhile in the end or are you planning to make a life which perpetually pendulates between hustle and bustle? There are gonna be a million situations when you have to make your own decisions and define your own truths. For this exploratory journey is defined and directed by noone else but the self. Taking complete responsibility of oneself grants us that ability to total control our lives. Keeping yourself constantly motivated and inspired aligns you to a more joyous and fulfilling direction.

Being Nor mal By Sreejith Menon SE Computers A contradiction to the famous statement BE DIFFERENT. I have always heard of people saying that only people who are different from the ordinary have created history. And to add to it they say different people are not different from the others, the way they do things differently makes them different. Wow! Blood rushes through our veins in an endeavor to be different. Now let me speak something of what it takes it to be normal. What does it mean to be dif ferent? Let‟s speak about us “the engineers”. Bill gates never excelled in academics, but he founded Microsoft without which many of the computers in the world today would have been left without operating systems. There are whole lots of successful persons who have excelled in their life although they were futile in their academics. We call them different from the normal bunch. So here arrives the modus-operandi of excellence in life. Failing in academics will probably make us successful in life. The authenticity of the statement is yet to be verified. The differences in these people have brought a wrong notion about role of academics in lives. But I haven‟t read about any person who has been both academically successful and successful in life too. Is it that there is no one in the whole world who has done so or is it that no one has bothered to write their success stories. Being normal has not been ever easy. Everyone praises those who have failed and succeeded in life but I feel sad for those people who have always been honest in life to what they have been doing in their academics. But nobody bothers to even look at them. They are normal and they are expected to just work like donkeys and the innovation is virtually absent in them. I have never categorized anyone in the above mentioned categories. Because I believe that no one is static, no one remains the same, there is no parameter by which there is a way of predicting one‟s future. But recently as day proceeds it has become a pride to say that they have failed in examinations rather than feeling guilty of what has happened to them. And they are proud and happy because they feel this is very common in Mumbai University and secondly that their probability of becoming successful has substantially increased. I don‟t wish to say that failing is a crime and they should be deprived of any pride, but I wish to say that they have no reason to believe that they are superior to those who have excelled in academics. The success stories of those failed should be motivating those who failed this time so that they can excel the next time rather than making them believe that it wasn‟t a mistake rather they were lucky that they failed. Conclusively I wish to say that the people who have did just normal things should neve r be misunderstood as robots who can do things monotonously but they should be respected as individuals with infinite potential who can change how the world runs. They are the real architects of this whole real and virtual world we live in today. There are thousands of engineers who have worked and are still working at depths and heights, with extreme machines for the betterment of humanity. And they are what they are today because they have done things normally as what an engineer is expected to do. Long live engineers who have humility in their eyes and honesty in their hearts.

My Ruskin Bond Moment By Shibani Sharma TE Computers This may be important. Or not. Anyway the important thing here is I hate Kids. I mean they are stupid, they don‟t know squat, they need to be taken care of looked after and did I say they were stupid? So this could be weird for me to say. Travelling is a bitch. Especially when all that comes at the end of a journey is an unending day filled with lectures and maybe a couple of awkward conversations and small talk. At least that‟s what I seemed to be heading to one weird morning when I, well to put it mildly, was suffering from the blues. I seemed content in my window seat with my earphones not quite plugged, listening to th e loud noises that I have become immune to. I got up from my seat to stand at the footboard. This is the only way I get my sense of thrill and of course the wind in the face is Something else altogether. When I reached there I saw it has been partly occupied by someone. Someone who was seated there hardly taking up any space. Someone who was cooped up so much that he resembled a small sack. Someone who was immobile except for the fact he seemed to be doing something with his fingers. On a closer look I saw that, that was a blade. In spite of knowing the consequences of a kid with a blade I contemplated whether to tell him or not. But then I decided with nothing to lose maybe I should try. I called out to him. He looked up obediently. I did not think it right to force my opinion on someone. At least on someone I barely knew. If I was in his place I would never listen to freaky lady who herself is standing dangerously close to the footboard and is dispensing advice about the unsafe consequences of a blade. So I decided we should know each other. I asked him everything I could ask a six year old. Name, where he was heading, what does he do, till awkward silence took place. He obviously did not want to talk. But I thought we knew each other enough. Enough for me to ask him to get rid of the sharp thing in his tiny palms. And enough for me to ask him to smile. And he did throw the blade without an argument and smiled for me, just before he went back to looking at his now empty hands with an emptier look. My station was nearing. I couldn‟t leave him like I did. I made a last ditch attempt at conversation. Told him I was getting down. He seemed unmoved. When it did come, I got down. Not before giving him one of my ever annoying byes. He waved back. With a hint of a smile. I stayed till the train left completely. Yelled his name out loud. Flashed my widest grin. Till his matched mine. And juts before the train sped by I saw that, that grin remained. I honestly don‟t remember the rest of that day. Except that feeling of being overwhelmed. As with all weird life experiences I never saw him again. I did make an effort but not a strong one. I figured no matter how complicated things get and how difficult life seems ,some basic truths remain. One that a smile can really work, u can find happiness in the most unlikely of places and yeah a random act of kindness can change quite a bit of things. For that I thank you, Alladin.

Mails

Delilah‟s Gnome

By Ayesha Borker TE Electronics

By Aparna Mahalingam SE Instrumentation She went out into the cold winter's night, In search of her Mr.Right 'Twas around noon that she left home, In search of her beloved gnome.

This is the story of a room Buzzing with activity each day. Mails flew in, Mails flew out. Others – stacked like hay!

Why he left and where he'd go, Was a mystery she'd never know. Her thick locks and sparkling eyes, he missed much; But knew he'd never really fallen for her as such.

Some mails were good, others bad. And when there was a conflict, the room went sad. The mean ones were plentyfound everywhere. Overpowered the good ones-caused despair!

Deep in the woods, she was all alone, Having lost what was once her own; That all this happened, she could not accept, Tired and helpless, she sat and wept.

Mailboxes lined the door „Today‟ overflowed,‟ Past‟ was overburdened. „Future‟ held the dreams; some undelivered many left unopened. „Hope‟ though kept asking for more This made it a healthy room for sure!

He rode fast on his horse, Showing no signs of remorse. Leaving her, he knew, with a broken heart, 'Twas for the better that they be apart.

And then the Storm arrived in town The mails fluttered in grief; The Door shut, the Windows vanished No sign of hope or relief! No helping hand, no place to go, No long lost love, no one they know.

Abandoning her search after long, Delilah came home to sing a song. About love and hate, those good old games; About how your heart could go up in flames.

However, the season changed soon Happy mails buzzed in the room! The sun shone, the flowers bloomed. Music sailed, the angels danced. Rainbows smiled, reindeers pranced. Every mail was stamped with a smile An extra letter, takes you the extra mile!

The room lies still now Peaceful walls, so serene Beautiful picture of every changing scene Mails are all silent, for isn‟t “Well done better than well said?” In case you wondered……. The room is in my head!

My super-awesome life! By Saumya Pant TE Electronics

A young man once came up to me, And asked me all smug, Have you ever killed a frog? Or eaten a live bug?

I caught him looking at me, Like I was a runaway retard.

My appetite for entertainment, Had not yet died out, So I caught a branch of a tree, And gave out a real loud shout.

I watched him fascinated, And gaped at him so long, He must have thought I saw a ghost, Or was a lunatic all along.

I told him I used to be Tarzan, Till I planned to drop the name, After all this madness, he was sure, to not want to see me again.

Said I, “ In my life, dear fella, I have done pretty crazy things, I fought with a tiger once, And bit a butterfly‟s wings!!

When I wasn‟t even half way through, My excited description of life, He started his sprinting away from me, Sensing that I was with exhilaration, rife.

I pranced around in the fire, But suffered not a burn, did I! Once hired a detective too, To on a robot, Spy..

My dear little boy in the process, Missed the best part of the show, I had a passion to make people flee, And trap them in nets if they go.

Killing a frog or eating a bug, are oh, so frugal things!! I have killed and eaten a fellowman once, Under Jupiter‟s very rings..”

I exercised my passion on him too, He wasn‟t no exception, I left him crying out for help, As freeing them was never my intention.

He looked at me with horror, As I continued to rant, About how I had married and fled, With my very mother‟s aunt.

Now I am searching for another catch, A fool who will be trapped, Who, when I speak and rant and sing, Will listen absolutely rapt.

I swaggered around the garden, And pulled my hair real hard,

Unsaid By Harried by the Soulful Horrors TE Computers

He walked back from school Carrying a heavy bag behind Kicked a stone across the road Not a single thought in his mind

He stood there numb As his mother left Alone in the darkness Feeling betrayed and bereft

He turned round the corner To the street he knew so well Where he learnt to ride his bicycle There was the spot where he first fell

That was when he remembered The moment last night When his father had entered his room To tuck him in and wish him good night

Something was different today The atmosphere changed abruptly There were cars parked all across the street People stood near his house quietly He walked into the house His eyes clouded with confusion Crossing the herd of men and women Looking at him with compassion

„I love you son‟, he had said Now he wished he had tried To voice his feelings, but „Good night dad‟ was all he replied How he wished he had spoken Spoken out his mind But now he had lost his chance If only he had more time

He called for his mother To ask her what was wrong She came out of nowhere To hug him hard and long

To To To To

He realised she was crying His heart started beating faster And that was when he noticed The lifeless body of his father

let him know how he felt tell him what he meant to him thank his own Superman thank him for every single thing

Memories of his father Flashed through his mind Of the evening football games And the delicious barbecue nights

Perplexed he entered his room With his mother close behind She held his hand in hers Her eyes with tears did shine

From helping him with his science project And baking him his birthday cake To teaching him how to fish Down in the nearby lake

She explained to him That his father had left ‟em all And that while fixing the antenna On the roof he had a bad fall

His father was always by his side When he was sick and weak Remembering that man he loved Brought a tear down his cheek

She didn‟t say much after that Words were difficult to come by Her lips quivered She couldn‟t help but cry

Tonight he will say it Before going to bed Hoping that his father would hear What he had left unsaid

Nature By Jayesh Shinde SE Instrumentation Nature,nature,nature! God's gift to ever creature, nature is giver & we are receiver, Sun gives us light, it is invisible at night, at night there is moon, it is invisible at noon, River gives us water, pond is its daughter, trees gives us food, they also gives us wood, Nature,nature,nature! god's gift to every creature!

Global Warning By Aadil Shakir SE Computers And who don't follow the rules should b canned!!

Global warming has shown its frown, And the earth is soon going to be toasted brown!! It is the month of November, Once again let me just check the calendar!! Since it keeps raining like in June, July, august, There wonâ&#x20AC;&#x;t be much time to see the winter dust!! The last thing you know itâ&#x20AC;&#x;s snowing in December, That is something we sure will remember!! There is too much of pollution in the air, Which on our part is not too fair!! The use of plastic too should be banned,

Fuel and water are in short supply, And the demands are increasing making it difficult to comply!! There is an acute need of tree plantation too, Which should be practiced without a choo!! Try not making the world a public loo, Or it will one day nicely flush you!! We all need to start giving a hoot, And make sure that we don't pollute!! We need to take this issue a little seriously, Or we too might b history like the legendary Elvis Presley!!

Under the Glass Moon

An honest pursuit or for a reaction to satisfy, Because it so happened or because that‟s how you need it to be? Belong to your own or do they decree?

By Surabhi Srivastava TE Electronics and Telecom

Musings of the Insecure

Under the glass moon, A Willing submission? Or an uneasy need to stifle the fighting voice? Moment of truth or of painting lies? Introspection or delusions? Built or broken?

Head bowed, shoulders hunched, she walked, She walked slow and unsure. She bit her lips, fastened her hold on the books she held close, As she passed the crowd gathered near the door She felt the familiar warming of cheeks and uneasiness as she avoided all eye contact Her eyes swan with moisture when she heard them laugh; as she‟d convinced herself-it was her they laughed at. She hurried her steps, blinked back the unshed tears and sat at the very end, Alone she sat. Had not a single friend… She caught a pretty looking girl‟s eye, who smiled a tentative smile, A timid gesture; speculative and shy, She grimaced and turned away. Out of habit, her jaws locked. Yet another person‟s friendly advances were, as always, blocked. I need not the pity, Neither the display, Don‟t want to be someone‟s social service of the day, Thought she, as she saw the pretty girl‟s confusion in her peripheral view, She knew it‟d soon be replaced by hatred. Nothing new. But she‟d rather have it this way, Than to live in the hopes of a new start, She‟d rather distance herself now, keep them all away, Than to delude herself with happiness, only to find dismay when it comes to the last

Submerged in the silent blue, Weighed down, Always timed, Secure or dreading? Relishing or Restrained? Delving or Escaping? In the midst of the wild greens, Surrounded, Always watched at, Launching or retreating? Melodies or noise? Reveling or suffocating? In the open, yellow fields, Stranded, Always alone, Undisturbed or mobbed? Liberated or chained? Running free or running from? In the screaming, golden landscapes, Trying and testing, Always demanding, Wandering or lost? Wondering or struggling? Learning or losing? The wide, white expanses, Wistfully wise, Always still, frozen but alive, Embracing or enraged? Relieved or yet in denial? Set free or pulled in too deep? Under the crystal sky, A willing participation, Or a compulsive need to project?

Under the Moonlit Sky By Anuj Mulik FE That night remains in my memory forever, When under the moonlit sky, I sat. Thinking these thoughts which ever flow, In and out, of my cluttered mind. I looked up, and there I saw, The Moon, shine with all the beauty of old. All thoughts left me, and I was Taken back to a simpler time. The Moon had been the same, white and round. It shone upon a wandering soul like mine. Though this soul was happy and whole. For no worries had heavied the heart. I asked aloud to the moonlit sky, „Why should it change?‟ And then I found my soul in the soul that was. And with it I found peace… Every night now I look for the Moon in the skies. Wishing to be taken away, one again.

Light of Life By Rahul Paul There was a time when my world shone as bright as the Sun; Looking far beyond the horizon, everything pristine clear Darkness was what I feared because of this lovely light That pierced through these fears Like a knight‟s silvery pride.

Suddenly I see a gleam of light as divine as it can be; Walking past my self, right beneath my feet Confused I ask-“O light! Show me the path ahead, as I used to see; During the days of happiness and nights of merry glee But the light only follows my footsteps, ignoring my plight. It does not show me what lies ahead, telling me to focus on my stride.

But now things are no more the same As my worst fears have come true; I gloomily stare at the darkness Brought upon by my own doom

That‟s when I realize that life is all about treading a pathNot looking ahead, not looking beyond. It‟s an enigma that slowly unfolds right beneath your feet And not an open treasure that can be clearly seen

I somehow gather the courage to walk through the dreaded path With only a flame of hope, glowing right through my broken heart

Do good to needy not for a noble cause By Ashwin Ganmukhi TE Electronics and Telecom Do good to needy not for a noble cause Don‟t do it for any applause Help being selfish because It will get back to you after a pause.

They fill our life with many a color May it be as mother, sister or tutor Never try to be their dictator. One point of time all of us will grow old We then want somebody to firmly hold There is no point if we then scold When we ourselves don‟t treat old as gold.

Shoulder a person with disability Even if helping them is not your responsibility At least do it for the sake of dignity and humanity Who knows one day even you may loose your ability.

Help the poor with your mind clear Give them money, food or something to wear You will loose everything is this your fear It will not happen as god will take care of it, dear.

Love a orphan as your sibling It is very similar to gambling You may suddenly die without any planning Then your sibling will keep your child ever smiling.

So do good to needy not for a noble cause Don‟t do it for any applause Help being selfish because It will get back to you after a pause.

For women be a friendly protector

Tension By Prof. A. N. Nakra The moment you are in Tension You will lose attention This will put you in confusion, Which will add to your irritation This might spoil your personal relations You will lose out on cooperation This will cause complications. Instead, understand situations Try to think of solutions Problems are solved by discussions This will also help in your profession I say this not as a free suggestion But only want prevention Because if you understand my intension You will never go back to Tension…

The rise, fall & rise(?) of HORIZON As an F.E the one thing we are told about R.A.I.T is that..You come to RAIT for TWO things -the Placements and Horizon.But now it seems one is overcompensating for the other. One of the top Five fests in Mumbai,said JAM Magzine(yes not navi Mumbai but Mumbai.. And yes JAM magazine.. ) Jal(2006),Pritam(2007),Indian Ocean(2005),Gary Lawyer(2007),Subhash Ghai(1995), Parikrama(2001)!All in our very own RAIT. Win a date with Yana Gupta(2006), yes that's whats it's all about! 72 hours of Madness. 10,000 screaming students. 75 participating colleges. Your Ultimate college experience. Well,Not quite now is it? So here's a Reality check: Horizon is NOT one of the best fests in Mumbai cause well there is NO participation from Mumbai. Horizon has doubled up to be more of an intra college fest rather than an inter college fest. And besides a few friends in Navi Mumbai the turnout from the outside world is NOT well worthy of a inter college fest. There are no events that set us apart from anyone else. The stuff that is done in Horizon is something you can see pretty much everywhere else. There are exceptions but more about that later. College participation in organization. The number of students that help in Organizing the fest is rather sad. I donâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t know whether it is the lack of approachability or the Method used to form the committee ( Well the SUC which is the student union council doubles up every year as the horizon committee) or the sheer lack of organizational skills. Support from management- From the talks that I have heard, well it is not as supportive as it used to be.. But that Did change when well.. we got it Back.(For the uninformed Horizon was scrapped for a year before Dham and CO bought it back to give us a glimpse of what they had experienced during their golden age( Trust me by the stories it Does seem golden)) But is guess not adequately. Inspite of all this there is a person in me that does hope and look forward to it, And here are the few reasons why The most underrated events of the Horizon being the lit events. Being an engineering college, it is hard to scout for speakers and orators around us and yet the lit events are a minor success . Whether itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s the participation ( people coming from institutes as big IIT-B) or the judges ( we had the event manager of Leviâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s come this time around) they make their best in keeping it as professional as event as one can manage. Undoubtedly UNCHAINED ( Is big a thing that it should personally be an independent event All by itself) More than the rise and fall and rise of Horizon there is nothing that has made a bigger comeback and justifed its Original H ype Than Unchained. Keeping the musical tradition of R.A.I.T alive (especially the metal side of it, one which is seemingly non existent) unchained can truly be The Ultimate event held in horizon , one which Does manage to live up to the standards. Goonj- Another musical event which even though is underrated is definitely makes this fest a tad bit different. For once remember Highway 61 won goonj before they opened for Bryan Adams! I mean yes. Goonj is bringing out the best of the hindi band outs there for US. And keeping yet again the musical tradition alive. History- Horizon has too much of a glorious past for it to ever Die down. Whether it from the alums who reminisce , or for people Still in college (the Final year batch) who themselves have witnessed i t, everyone is unable to deny the fact that, yes, we did Once have One of the best fests in Our college. And if nothing this right here gives Hope for people present to restore it to its former glory.

ALUMNI Homecoming 2011 Another year, and yet another surge of nostalgia. A congregation of individuals, who walked the halls some 20 odd years ago. The RAIT Alumni Reunion for the year 2011, sandwiched between two days of rigorous Horizon"ing" strived to and achieved the herculean task of re-uniting classmates/batchmates from an era in the history of this college, when the very idea of our present sprawling campus hadn't even been conceived, an era , which when held in context to the present, produces innumerable points of contrast and virtually no similarities. The cornerstone of the event was undoubtedly the felicitation of the 1989 pass -out batch...but the arrivees on the day included members of the pass -out batches as recent as 2010. With a slightly chaotic start to the whole affair, the upper echelon of the RAA went about conducting the felicitation ceremony, unabashedly and with quite impressively. Every returning alumnus was seen enjoying the ceremony and they were all visually astounded by the plush state of the whole arena, makeshift even though it might have been. The ceremony, attended and addressed by the who's who of RAIT and the DY Patil management concluded on a high note, wherein every present 1989 alumnus had been felicitated. The whole group then, were taken on a quick tour of the campus, which gave the homecoming RAITians an opportunity to experience what they never would have imagined to be in their own college backyard, in their times. Thoroughly spellbound, they gleefully posed for pictures in and around the majestic stadium. Back in our building, some of the folks had a go at the game stalls put up and manned assiduously by the volunteers... a cause for much merriment and laughter. From a student's point of view, the most enlightening segment of the evening was the RAMP discussion... where illustrious personnel answered the probing and curious questions of our very own students... clearing doubts, giving advice and proving that humility is a value not unequivocally lost with the achievement of success. The evening sauntered onto dinner and casual chatting, the greatest comfort being that everyone felt at home. As final goodbyes were heard, the alumni, were left with a radically altered , yet exceedingly favorable image of their alma mater; joyfulness and gaiety emanating into the night as they all left to return to their lives; lives whose embryos were seeded in this very place.

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saaQaIsauQaI hI maaNasao maaJyaa kiva%vaacaI QanaI h\yaaMcyaat maI pahI tu@yaa h\yaaMcyaat naamyaacaI janaI – kvaI sauroSa BaT saMidgQa GaraMcyaa AaoLI AakaSa ZvaLtao vaara maaJyaaca iknaa-yaavartI laaTaMcaa Aaja phara – kiva ga`osa doNyaaáyaanao dot jaavao GaoNyaaáyaanao Gaot jaavoa Gaota Gaota doNyaaáyaacao hat GyaavaotÑ - kiva ivaMda krMdIkr KraKra KajavaIt igarimaNa kqaa AalaI Pcaakkna qauktanaa maurka maa$na gaolaI AamhI cyaayalaaÊ yaoDyaavaanaI paoT Qa$na hsalaao tMbaaKUcao baar caGaLt risak hao}na basalaao - naa.Qaao.mahanaaor kaya maagaavao prI myaa tUhI kOsao kaya Vavao tUca doNaara ijaqao Ana\ tUca GaoNaara svaBaavao -baa.saI.maZo-kr daona DaoLoÊ daona kacaaÊ daona Kacaa yaotao kuzo maga p`Sna yaoqao AasavaaMcaa - AartI p`BaU

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AamacaI M.U. MU SaI Kro ‘?NaanaubanQa’ jaaoDlao gaolao to AamhI Engineering laa A^DimaSana Gaotlyaavar AaiNa maga, Job interview cyaa vaoLI maharaYT/atIla baakI Universities caa ivacaar k$na Aaplyaa inaNa-yaavar KuSa. College sau$ haoNyaapUvaI-ca isainaAsakDUna yauinavaisa-TItIla Syllabus, exam schedule, paper patterns and checking, extra-curricular activities [.báyaaca pOlauMivaYayaI maaihtI imaLalaI.‚AByaasaazI kaoNatI pustkM vaaprlaIsa Æ kI svatÁcyaa naaoT\sa banavalyaa haotyaas aÆ‛ ¹ maaJaa pihlaa p`Sna. %yaavar maaJyaa isainaAr daostacaa reply – “ LOL… svatÁcyaa naaoT\sa vagaOro kaZayalaa vaoLca nasatao gaM… Reference books tumhalaa syllabus maQyao specify krtIla pNa mostly sagaLojaNa Techmax ca vaprtat.‛ Reference books Asatanaa Techmax ca ka AsMa sau$vaatIlaa KUp vaaTayacaM pNa… baakI kahI AsalaM trI ‘[qao’ Techmax ]GaDNyaacaa maaoh Aavarta yaot naahI ho na@kIÑ MU t AalyaapasaUna Anaok navaIna terms kLU laaglyaa. AgadI odd/even sem, mid sem, bunk, mass-bunk (:P), defaulters pasUana KT, golden paper & drop pya-Mt. yaatlyaa second group of words pasaUna sagaLo jara laaMbaca rahNaM psaMt krtat. “Papers ksao Asatat ?”¹maaJaa puZcaa p`Sna.]<ar ¹ ‚kahIhI ivacaa$ Saktat. caaMgalao caaMgalao 40 saazI rDtat.‛ ho eoktaca maaJyaa paoTat gaaoLaca Aalaa. [qao AalyaapasaUna ek Sabdsauwa Aamhalaa GaabarvaNyasaazI purosaa Aaho ¹KT.Collegecyaa AaQaI ‚Aata trI kQaI trI‛ saar#ao BannaaT full forms eoklao haoto. Tovha majaa vaaTayacaI … pNa Aata tI klpnaa hI nakao vaaTto. Mmalaa AazvatMya Phy-I maQyao ksalasaM equationhaotM, jyaat ek term yaayacaI e-KT K- Boltzmann constant & T- absolute temperature. maaJaI ek maO~INa tyaa term caa ]ccaar naohmaI ‚e raised to minus K into T‛ Asaaca krayacaI. yaa]laT kahI ibanaQaast mhNatat, ‚iktIhI kmaI AByaasa kolaa trI [qao kahI Problem naahI ro…‛. Asaao, Asaoca kmaI Eamaat %yaaMnaa Talent var maaak-sa\ imaLt rahaot… pNa KrMca KT/Drop mauLo KUp depression maQyao gaolaolao ima~¹maO~INaI

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yaa System caa punaiva-caar krayalaa laavatat. ]laT kahI SaUr jaovha Asaa result GarcyaaMpasaUna lapvatat ikMvaa vyasanaasaarKaa caukIcaa maaga- AvalaMbatat tovha maa~ %yaaMcaa raga yaotao. kaoNa%yaahI gaaoYTIsaazI KaoTM baaolaNao ho solution AsaUca Sakt naahI. MU maQyao Asalyaacaa sagaLyaaMt maaoza fayada mhNajao daona popsa- cyaa maQyao imaLNaarI ikmaan 3 idvasaaMcaI sau+I ³ÁD)!!!!!! AaiNa sagaLyaat maaoza taoTa mfNajao [tr SaOxaiNak schedule SaI na jauLNaaro schedule.() hM… Results yaayalaa pNa kQaI kQaI KUp vaoL laagatao.But the thing is it teaches us „to have Patience‟!!!! Aaplao [tr CMd jaaopasaayalaahI MU- Youth Festival Aaplyaalaa pUNavaava dot Asatao.naaT\ya¸ naR%ya AaiNa barMca kaahI ASaa sva$patlyaa yaa odd sem Youth Festival maQaIla caI sagaLo klaap`omaI Aaturtonao vaaT pahtat. %yaaca baraobar practical knowledge doNaaro Techfest hI [qao Asatat. ekdmasincere students Asaaot ikMvaa droppers, brainy ikMvaa paopTpMcaIvaalao, “I love engineering in MU” mhNaNaaro ikMvaa “I hate MU” mhNaNaaro… [qaUna baahor pDlyaavar sagaLoca [qalaM jagaNaM miss krNaar ho na@kI. puZo kovhatrI college friends BaoTlyaavar ‘University, lecture, bunk, assignments, exam, results, festivals’ AsaM sagaLM JarJar DaoLyaasamaao$na jaa[-la. punha naahI imaLNaar to xaNa. So,enjoy your life in MU! Enjoy ENGINEERING!! In future we would certainly be thankful to MU- our alma-mater. - pUj aa kul akNaI(T.E. Electronics Engg.)

Aro yaaMn aa kuN aI trI Aavara ro… hao KrMca AsaM mhNaayacaI vaoL Aata na@kI AalaI Aaho. AaiNa tI eokNyaacaI sauwa.naahItr kahI idvasaaMnaI izkizkaNaI fuTlyaacao Aavaaja yaotIla. Ahao kaya mhNaUna kaya ivacaartaÆ maI T.V. yaa baáyaacajaNaaMcyaa ³Kasa k$na baáyaacajaNaIMcyaa´ AayauYyaatlyaa AivaBaajya GaTkaba_la mhNat Aaho.malaa maahIt Aaho hI jara AitSyaao>I Aaho. pNaT.V. faoDNyaacaa ivacaar ekda trI manaatUna na@kIca Asaola. kaya KrMya naaÆ AaiNa to p`%yaxaat hao} nayao mhNaUna ho gaaáhaNaMÑ

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ksaM Aaho lahanapNaapasaUna³Aamacyaa´ T.V. mhTlaM kI Cartoon Network caM AazvaayacaM. T.V. mhNajao duparcaU krmaNUak AaiNa ima~aMvarcaa raga kaZayacao saaQana.maga jasaojasao maaozo vhayalaa laagalaao tsaotsao tI jaagaa kahI isairyalsa ]da: ‚Hip Hip Hurray!, Just Mohabbat etc.” naI GaotlaI. %yaaMcaI gaaNaI sauwa paz AsaayacaI. naMtr kmPyauTr varcaM pòma jaast vaaZayalaa laagalaM AaiNa %yaaca vaoLolaa T.V. laa ‘k’ caI baaQaa JaalaI. kuNaI bayaa ijacyaa naavaat ‘ekta’ pNa isairyalsa maQao BaaMDNa ihT zrlaIÑ Asaa ivaraoQaaBaasa tumhalaa ‘maanaao yaa naa maanaao’ maQao pNa saapDNaar naahIÑ AsaaoÑ tr bayaonaM javaLpasa sava- baayakaMnaa vaoD laavalaM haotM. Ahao kaya to kpDoÊÊ %yaa ‘Jagaamagaa malaa baGaa’ saaDyaaÊ AaiNa kpaLavar ema.ef.husaOna Jak maarola ASaI ica~klaa ³hao hao ica~klaaca´Ñ AaiNa Amar ASaI tI ‘baa’ ijacyaamauLo Aamhalaa baa³Aata´puro AsaM mhNaayacaI vaoL AalaI. zIk Aaho to sauwa AmhI sahna kolaM. naMtr AalaM to irAailaTI SaaojacaM pIk.ek ‘Idol‟ kaya tao ihT Jaalaa %yaalaaca laaok ‘Ideal‟ maanaU laagalao. barM Aro jara trI naaivanya AsaavaM klpnaot tr naahIÑ sava- Saaoja Amaoirka cyaa SaaojacaI jaSaI cyaa tSaI pìtmaa. saoT sauwa saarKo mhNajao ivacaar kraÑ to caalaU Asatanaaca ikcana paîlaiT@sacao vaaro GaaoMGaavat haotocaÑ to tr malaa vaaTtM Aajanma T.V. caa ihssaaca banaUna rahNaar Aahot. hllaI tr isairyala vaalyaaMnaa navaIna naavaM sauwa saucat naahIt. Aro kaya tI naavaM ‚r@tsabaMQa‛Ê ‚saMjaaoga sao banaI saMiganaI‛Ê ‚maoro Aavaaja kao imala gayaI raoYanaI‛ [. hI TayaTlsa eokUna jaIva dyaavaasaa ikMvaa Gyaavaasaa vaaTtao. AaiNa %yaatlaI pa~ tr AahahaÑ kuzlyaa maatIcyaa banalaolyaa Asatat kaoNa jaaNaoÆ Aro laaokM [tko ina:svaaqaI-,Ê %yaagaI ksao AsaU SaktatÆ [tkIca mahanata daKvaayacaI haotI tr yaaogaI banaUna ihmaalayaat jaayacaM haotM naaÊ laaokaMcaa ~asa trI vaacalaa Asata. maga kaya baabaa AaplyakDcyaa jaunyaa prMpra punha ]k$na kaZUna ‘svayaMvar’ rcaNyaat AalaM. ek ihT JaalaM mhTlyaavar dusaáyaanao sauwa ‚svayaMvar navho lagna‛ AsaM mhNaUna dusara isaJana AaNalaa. Aro kaya caalaMlayaÆAata tr kaya kaoNaI ek TvaLI ijalaa kuzlyaahI karNaatUna pìsawI hvaI Asato Ê maga tI ³mauÀima´ka Asaao ikMvaa svat:caI maulaaMmaQalaI choice Asaao Ê tI Aata ca@k nyaayamaUit- banaUna laaokaMcao vaad saaoDvaNaar Aaho.jyaalaa svat:caM AMgaNa naahI saaMBaaLta yaot to Aahot jaga ijaMkayaalaaÑ Aro t$Naaš saazI mhNaUna jao kaya-k`ma banavata %yaatsauwa inamma ikcana

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paîlaiT@saÑ caaMgalaM vaOcaairk AsaM kahIca naahIÑ sTMT Saaoja maQao sauwa paîlaiT@sa AaiNa ‘sT/îTjaIsa’Ñ caaMgalaM inaKL manaaorMjana krNaaro kaya-k`ma hllaI d-uimaL hao} laagalao Aahot. to naamaYaoSa hao} nayaot hoca kaLUbaaškDo gaaáhaNaM Aaho. kaLUbaašcyaa naavaanao caaMgaBalaMÑ kahI kaya-k`ma jyaaMcaI naavaM ASaI Asaayalaa hvaI haotI³AsaM malaa vaaTtM´: caar idvasa saasaUcao: far idvasa saasaUcao yaa gaaoijarvaaNyaa Garat: yaa laaijarvaaNyaa Garat AQaUrI ek khaNaI: AGaaorI ek khaNaI ksaaOTI iJaMdgaI kI: ksaaOTI dSa-kaoM kI.. - varda Baagavat (B.E. Computer Engg.)

RAITan speaks!! namaskar! RAIT mhNajaocaM ramarava Aaidk [insTT\yaUT Aa^f To@naa^laa^jaI yaa AiBamaanaaspd iSaxaNa saMsqaocaI tsaoca campuscaI navaIna va jaunyaa RAIT‟ansnaa AaiNa RAIT‟an banaU [icCNaa-yaaMnaa KrIKurI AaoLK k$na doNyaacaa maI p`ya%na krto va p`stavanaa qaaMbavato.ksaM Aaho naa ; [qaM CaoTIca p`stavanaa doNyaacaI pQdt Aaho,mhNaUnacaM pihlyaa lao@carmaQao introduction chapter saMpvaNaa-yaa teacherscaM AnaukrNa k$na puZo K-yaa AaoLKIlaa sau$vaat krto.BaaYaa informal Aaho karma maIdoKIla ‚work in progressRAITan” Aaho. sava-p`qama tumhI RAITmaQaIla kayaa-layaIna vaga-, iSaxak, ivaVaqaI--, vairYz AiQakarI tsaoca kinaYz kma-caarI yaaMpOkI kuzlyaahI gaTatIla Asaala trI Da^.DI.vaaya\.paTIla yaaMcyaabaabat AapNaaMsa p`caMD Aai%mayata AsaNao garjaocao Aaho.ivaSaoYa mhNajao Da^.DI.vaaya\.paTIla va kuTuMbaIya yaaMcaa RAIT pirvaaratIla ]llaoKnaIya sahBaaga va %yaaMcyaa ivaVanagaratIla p`oxaNaIya pirsar yaaMMmauLo hI Aai%mayata ]sanaI AaNaavaI laagat naahI; tr tI AapaoAap baaNalaI jaato. RAITba_\la Kra AiBamaana vaaTtao to samaaorcyaa groundvarIla RAIT hI (gavat ]%tma isqatIt Asalyaasa zLkpNao Anyaqaa pusaT idsaNaarI) Axaro pahUna!Glass doors,R.R.C.,medical canteen,RAIT canteen(hao naa,ho doKIla!)[.[tr AakYa-Nao.yaaMtIla p`%yaok izkaNaI ivaivaQa pQdtInao AD\Do jamavaNyaacaI p`%yaok ivaVaqyaa-caI QaarNaa Asato. KrM tr , ivaVaqyaa-Mcyaa yaa

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QaarNaomauLoca hI izkaNao AiQak AavaDIcaI banalaI Aahot.ekUNa,RAITsaar#yaa AjaUnahI baaMQakama sau$ Asalaolyaa „sausajja‟ [maartIcao campus A%yaMt ivastRt AaiNa EaImaMt Aaho. yaanaMtr vaLUyaa kma-caa-yaaMkDo.AapNa RAITmaQaIla svacCta kma-caayaaMnaI saat%yaanao ik%yaok vaYa- svacCtokDo kolaolyaa kanaaDaoL\yaap`maaNaoca %yaaMnaahI yaa laoKatUna vagaLUyaat.AapNa jar RAITmaQaIla office staffAsaala, tr „Ahina-SaM saovaamaho’ ASaa Baavaat kaya-rt rahNyaacaI AaplaI maanaisakta hvaI.AT f@t ekcaM vaoL va mood pahUna kamaalaa yaoNao. ‚gau$dovaao mahoSvar:‛ mhNaUna jyaaMnaa vaMdna kravao %yaa iSaxakaMbad\dlahI maI qaaoDo baaolaNaar Aaho. RAITmaQaIla sava-ca gau$ ]%tma naahIt.prMtu sava-ca gau$ „ivaVaqyaa-Mcyaa pi~kot‟ ADUna basalaolao- gau$ doKIla naahIt.yaoqao ivaYaya gauMDaLNaa-yaa p`jaatIpasaUna to ivaYayaacaI AavaD KulavaNaa-yaa vagaa-pya-Mt ivaivaQata AaZLto.pyaa-yaanao,iSaxakaMcao lecture, Balao communication skills Aqavaa EVSka Asaonaa, pNa to na caukvaNaaro,AgadI A#Ka vaga- BarNaaro va assignments, term-work,submissions yaaMbaabatIt h+vaadI AsaNaa-yaa naavaD%yaa teacherscao lecture mau_ama mass bunk krNaaro Asao p`%yaok ivaVaqyaa-cao daona ivasaMgat gauNaQama- ekaca vaoLI jaaopasalao jaatat.kahI sajaa, tr kahI majaa ASaI iSaxakaMcaI policy AsalyaamauLo va p`amaaiNakpNao maaJao mat saaMgaayacao tr maaJyaabaabatIt AavaD%yaa iSaxakaMcaI saM#yaa jaast AsalyaamauLo ]%tma ivaVadana hI RAITcaI jamaocaI baajaU Aaho.sava- ex-RAITansnaa Qa@kadayak jarI vaaTt AsalaI, trI 82 AaiNa84% imaLvaNaa-yaa current RAITans kDUna idlaolaI hI Ka~IcaI baatmaI Aaho. RAITcyaa ]cca pdaiQaka-yaaMba_la saaMgaayacao mhNajao, %yaaMcyaaba_la malaa Kra Aadr vaaTU laagalaa, to sava-ca extra-curricular activitiessaazI AsaNaa-yaa p`caMD p`ao%saahnaamauLo! maaozmaaoz\yaa eventssaazI laagaNaarI Aaiqa-k madt va %yaaMcyaa publicitysaazI laagaNaa-yaa sahBaagaatUna tr %yaaMcyaaba_la Aadr vaaTtaoca pNa Aaplyaa ivaVaqyaa-Mnaa haoNaa-yaa gaOrsaaoyaIba_lacaI va %yaaMcyaa tbyaotIba_lacaI kaLjaI (tabaDtaoba D.Y.Patil hospitalmaQaUna madt imaLvaNyaasaazI kolaolaI QaavapL) yaacaa ‘yaacaI dohI,yaacaI DaoLa’ p`%yaxa AnauBava AalyaamauLo malaa iSaxak, iSaxakotr va ]cca pdaiQakarI yaaMcyaaba_la AapulakI vaaTto. 109

Aata maI saaMgato, RAITcyaa savaa-t saSa@t vagaa-ba_la -ivaVaqaI-.[qao ivaVaqaIho kovaL &anaaqaI- nasaUna ‘caaOda ivaVa va caaOsaYT klaa’ yaa savaa-Mcaoca ‘AqaI-’ Asao ivaVaqaIcaaOfor Aahot.Student‟s union council banaavaI,ASaI KraoKryaaRAITanscaIbaaOiwk,maanaisak,saaMiGak,SaarIirk ([.[.)takd Aaho.[qao ivaVaqyaa-Mcao AsaM#ya gaT Aahot .SUC, klaaraga,IEEE,CSI,ISA,RAIT Literary Speaker‟s society/The Wall Team AaiNa SaovaTcao neutral studentsyaaMcaI gaTvaar vaOiSaYT\yao puiZlap`maaNao : SUC:„Horizon‟ festlaa BaUYaivaNaarI, Avaa-cya SabdaMcaI ]laaZala krNaarI, The Wallcaa marazI Baaga Aijabaat na vaacaNaarI, [Mga`jaIcyaa pursk%yaa-MnaI BarlaolaI ASaI hI JauMbaD Aaho. klaaraga:SUCnaMtrcaI cultural eventcaI TaoLI.very active.]<ama performance..great unity…TaL\yaa! vaastivak klaolaa BaaYaa nasato, pNa [qao yaoNyaasaazI marazIcaa ‘jaajvalya’ AiBamaana AsaNao (trendnausaar) baMQanakark.QaDakobaajasaadrIkrNa.jaatIcao klaavaMt. National eventspya-Mt majala.kama ]<ama prMtu (svaanauBavaanao saaMgatoya) vaoLocao inayaaojana kmaI. (TIp* varIla daonhI gaTaMmaQyao rajakarNa vatimepass ha sqaayaIBaava Aaho.daonhIcaa qaaoDafar saMpk- AalyaamauLo maaJaI hI TIka, sakara%mak GyaavaI, hI ivanaMtI.) IEEE,CSI,ISA: ho itnhI gaT RAITlaa technical events k$na naava imaLvaUna dotat.RAITva D.Y.Patil polytechniquecyaa ivaVaqyaa-Mnaa javaLcyaajavaL Aaplyaa taMi~k kaOSalyaanao p`Saistp~ko kmaivaNyaacaI maubalak saMQaIdoKIla purivatat.ivaSaoYa mhNajaoplacementscyaa vaaTovar Asalaolyaa T.E.s AaiNa B.E.ssaazI yaa saMsqaa va %yaaMcao events hI RAITcaI kRpaca Aaho.kaya-xamata, vaoLocao inayaaojana va p`%yaxa eventscao saadrIkrNa, sava-ca baabatIt thumbs up! The Wall Team: [Mga`jaI va marazI Asao daona svatM~ ivaBaaga.iSaxak AaiNa ivaVaqyaa-Mcaa ]<ama saik`yasahBaaga.kuNaacyaa AQyaat naa maQyaat Asaa gaT.maagaIla vaYaI- Qanaraja ipllao AaiNa ivajaya paTIla yaaMcyaa hsto Jaalaolyaa The Wallcyaa AnaavarNa samaarMBaacao ivaSaoYa kaOtuk! svaanauBavaacao mat :-ek ]<ama AnauBava! Neutral students: kuzlyaahI eventmaQaIla sahBaaga SaUnya Aqavaa participationpurta.(p`qama sa~apasaUnaca)maaJaa savaa-t naavaDta gaT Asalyaanao (yaat maaJaa kQaIca sahBaaga Jaalaa naahI mhNaUna)yaaba_lacaa maaJaa AnauBava 110

saaMgata yaoNaar naahI.tsaohI ivaSaoYa saaMgata yaoNyaasaarKo Asao yaa gaTat kahI naahI.]<ama T@ko imaLvaNyaakDo kla jaast.(pNa to tr Aata gaTaiBamauK ivaVaqaI-hI imaLvatat.)ha vaga- AaQaI namaUd kolaolyaa ‘hTvaadI’ iSaxakaMcyaa ivaSaoYa psaMtIsa ]trtao.karNa A##yaa mass bunkmaQao Aaplaa ekacaa attendance imaLalyaavar yaa gaTatIla laaokaMnaa prakaoTIcaa AanaMd vaaTtao. yaa laoKatIla jvalaMt TIka manaalaa laavaUna GaoNyaapoxaa Aqavaa raga maanaNyaapoxaa eka saccyaa RAITancao saccao mat maanaavao va %yaacaa svaIkar kravaa.yaaMtIla ivaivaQa izkaNaI maaJaI editor maOi~Na ka~I laavaolacaM, pNa RAITmaQyao rahNao AaiNa RAITan AsaNao yaa daonhI gaaoYTI maaJyaa va %yaaMcyaasaazIdoKIla mah<vaacyaa Asalyaa karNaanao maI editorsnaa mauLIca baMQana Gaalat naahI. Qanyavaad! Work in progress-“RAITan” i~vaoN aI kos akr (T.E. Information Technology Engg.)

najar ka^laojacyaa vaoLot maulaM haotat hjar yaota yaotaca maartat sava- maulaIMvar najar eKadInao pahIlaM tr najar KalaI jaato pNa kaya krNaar lagaoca dUsarI baajaUnao yaoto...

ba`ok Jaalyaavar yaotao punha %yaaca sqaLI vaaT pahtao kQaI pDNaar itcyaa gaalaavar KLI tI hsataca %yaacaa haotao raoimayaao eka xaNaat if$na yaotao saMpN U aTaoikyaao...

%yaatlaIca eKadI AavaDlaI tr naohmaI itlaaca SaaoQat Asato najar itlaa SaaoQata SaaoQataca haotao lao@car caalau Jaalyaacaa gajar...

Aata ha baGatao itlaa caNao Kat tI Qarto baahor jaaNyaacaI vaaT maulaIMcyaa naadalaa laagaUna yaalaa laagato K.T. trIhI jaat naahI maulaIMnaa pahNyaacaI savaya KaoTI...

gajar haotaca tI inaGauna jaato lao@carlaa AaiNa %yaalaa Baaga pDto itcaI vaaT baGaayalaa lao@carlaa basatao pNa laxa laagat naahI ivacaar itcaa krtao AaiNa ilaht kahI naahI.

Aaja ka^laoja saMplyaavar punha haotao gajar tao mhNatao calaa ]Va vhayacaMya lavakr hjar

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maarayalaa punha ek navaI najar...

- ihtoMd ` jagatap

kivata

(T.E.Computer Engg.)

marNaacaI iBatI [qao kaoNaalaa nasaNaar AaiNa AamacyaasaarKo [qao Jak mart jagaNaar… ikDo-mauMgyaaMsaarKI vaaZtI laaoksaM#yaa, trI pNa sagaLo mast enjoy krNaar AaiNa AamacyaasaarKo [qao Jak mart jagaNaar… svaaqaa-saazI [qao ekmaokaMcaa jaIva GaoNaar, AaiNa trI pNa samaajaat taz maanaonao jagaNaar. AaiNa AamacyaasaarKo [qao Jak mart jagaNaar… icarI-imarI Gao}na saahoba maM~I banaNaar AaiNa trI pNa ‚maora Baart mahana‛ mhNaNaar AaiNa AamacyaasaarKo [qao Jak mart jagaNaar…

- maMd ar maaLvadkr (B.E. Electronics and Telecomm.Engg.)

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sahja sauc alaM mhNaUn a… ek ibaja porlaM haotM KUp idvasaaMAaQaI…%yaalaa paNaI idlaM.Kt GaatlaM.vaara, pa}sa, }na yaaMpasaUna %yaacaI kaLjaI GaotlaI.%yaalaa AaoMjaarlaM , gaaoMjarlaM.%yaacaM yaacaM vaara, pa}sa, }na yaaMsaaobat mast naatMhI jauLvalaM.‘inasaga-’ mhNaUna %yaacaI AaoLK idlaI.gavatavar ]maTvalaolaI„RAIT‟ hI Axaro pahatcaM p`sannatahI imaLalaI. kQaItrI %yaakDo dula-xa JaalacaM tr puZcao caar idvasa ittkIca kaLjaI GaotlaI.%yaacyaaSaI KUp gaPpa maarlyaa.kQaI idvasaatlyaa GaDamaaoDIMcaI Aarasa maaMDUna maaoz\yaa caoh-yaanao hsalaao tr kQaI kahI ibanasalaM mhNaUna K+U hao}na basalaao.kQaI %yaacyaacasaaobat caar AaoLI ilaihlyaa tr kQaI kahIcaM jamat naahI mhNaUna panaM faDlaI.kQaI mast mood Asatanaa KUp kaOtuk kolaM tr ekaMtat %yaacyaaca saavalaIt ivasaavalaao. Ana\ ek idvasa %yaa JaaDalaa kLI fuTlaI..maaJyaa caoh-yaavar AanaMdacao fUla ]maTlao.maaJyaa kivatotlyaa AaoLI BarBar DaoL\yaaMpuZo naacaUna gaolyaa.tovhacaM %yaa fulaanao maaJyaakDo paahUna mhTlao ‘my beautiful friend‟ ina %yaakDo pahatcaM maaJaI kivata puZo sarklaI.kivatocaa Kra Aqa- malaa jaaNavaU laagalaa haota.Finally B.E.passed out!!! Aata %yaa CaoT\yaa vaaTNaa-yaa pNa maaoz\yaa Jaalaolyaa fulaacyaa jabaabada-yaa samajaU laagalyaa.CaoTo-maaozo baroca program ilaihlao..ilaihlao naahIt, tr ca@k copy-pastecaM maarlao.pNa can I write a progam to create a beautiful creation like flower? ha ivacaarhI manaat Aalaa naahI.KUpcircuits jaaoDlao ina taoDlao.pNasolderingsaazI groupmaQao famoushIJaalaao.pNa yaa maatIcaM,yaa fulaacaM ina maaJyaa manaacaM circuit inasagaa-nao ksaM jauLvalaM ho kQaI ]magalacaM naahI ina AsaMdula-xa, Aivacaar krtcaM maI engineer Jaalaao.Aaja vaaTtM ;kI maI kolaolyaa kuzlyaa practicalmaQalaa kuzlaa experiment ikMvaa imaLalaolyaa A++,A grades yaaMcaa yaa cama%karat iktIsaa vaaTa Asaola? mhNaa,experiments/practicals kolyaot kaoNaI? inasagaa-cyaa cama%karaMcaa ivacaar krta krta ekdma manaat AalaM ; malaa jasao friends imaLalao tsao h\yaa fulaalaa imaLalao AsatIla? fulaanao kQaI maO~ItlaM p`oma AnauBavalaM Asaola? ima~aMcaI AazvaNa haotacaM xaNaaQaa-t\ Baanaavar Aalaao.Syyaa…kuzlyaakuzo vaahavat gaolaao haotao ivacaaraMcyaa

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gato-t! Krca lifemaQao pihlyaaMda vaaTlaM kI,‘Running behind professors for submissions is better than running behind the job!‟ kpaTatlyaa pustkaMkDo pahUna Aata kQaI-kQaI vaaTtM kI,semester caalaU Asatanaa na ]GaDlaolaI panao ]GaDUna phavaIt.maak- imaLalao naahIt pNa trIhI ]rlaolaa AByaasa pUNa- kravaa.Tma- vak- nasalaM trI eKadI assignment sauMdr Axarat svat: ilahavaI.4 vaYaa-t jyaa reference booklaa hat naahI laavalaa %yaatlaI panao caaLavaI kQaItrI…majjaa,mastI,time-passyaaMAaQaI AByaasa kravaa kQaItrI…inasagaa-caa cama%kar pahat rmaNyaapoxaa AapNa cama%kar GaDvaavaa kQaItrI! -]maoSa vasa[-kr (maajaI ivaVaqaI-) (B.E.Computer Engg.)

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laaokhao|| AByaasa

ek t%%vavao%ta Aaplyaa ima~alaa saaMgat haota – ‚maI KUp AByaasa k$na sava- p`karcyaa GaTsfaoTaMcao karNa SaaoQaUna kaZlao Aaho.‛ ‚kaoNato karNa saapDlao?‛ ima~anao ]%sauktonao ivacaarlao. ‚ivavaah‛ t%%vavao%%yaanao $baabaat saaMigatlao.

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manasaubao roiKlao jao jao, to naa poMgaULlao kQaI p`ya%naaMcaa jayaao jaalaa, laagalaI taorNao guaZ\yaa ! vaajalyaa naaObatI, kNao-, pvaaDo gaajalao jagaIM p`maaodo gaja-tI laaTa, isaMQaudugaa-saBaaovatI! Sabd Jaalao icarobaMdI,, Sabd JauMjaar jaahlao Sabd naa bauDbauDo zrlao, Sabd naa ivarlao fuka ! Asao Aalao iktI gaolao, rahukotu naBaaMgaNaI kRw kaL\yaa maoGasaonaa, laaoTlyaa samaraMgaNaI ! xaNaaMcaI jaahlaI ga`hNao, tIhI kI, sauTlaI %varo kQaI ka qaaMbavaU Saklao, kalacak`asa to kro ! navaI saRYTI, navaI saRYTI, maM~ Aaho navaa navaa calaa ijaMka idSaa dahI, naacavaa Qvaja naacavaa ! ( saaBaar ‚rajaa iSavaC~pit‛maQaUna)

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AajacaM KrM maI jagaayalaa iSaklao… AajacaM KrM maI jagaayalaa P`aomaacaa Aadr krayalaa [traMcyaa Apoxaa horayalaa snaohIMsaazI %yaaga krayalaa maRgajaLacaI vaaT roKaTayalaa AajacaM KrM maI jagaayalaa

iSaklao… iSaklao. iSaklao. iSaklao. iSaklao. iSaklao…

svat:cao ApyaSa pcavaayalaa ktR%vavaana [samaalaa dad Vayalaa ifina@sa BararI klpayalaa yaSaacaI kasa Qarayalaa AajacaM KrM maI jagaayalaa

iSaklao. iSaklao. iSaklao. iSaklao. iSaklao…

ina:svaaqaI- Baavanaa japayalaa SaMkaMnaa ]QaLUna laavaayalaa svat:cyaa cauka svaIkarayalaa [cCaMnaa baaMQa Gaalaayalaa AajacaM KrM maI jagaayalaa

iSaklao. iSaklao. iSaklao. iSaklao. iSaklao…

P`a%yaok gaaoYT fulavaayalaa iSaklao. sava-~ rMga ]QaLayalaa iSaklao. mau@tpNao ivahar krayalaa iSaklao. Qyaoya kayama ]cca zovaayalaa iSaklao. AajacaM KrM maI jagaayalaa iSaklao… -pUjaa A.yaadva (B.E.Computer Engg.) kmaLp~avarIla paNyaalaa kQaI qaaMba mhNaayacaM nasatM, inasaTNaa-yaa xaNaaMnaa kQaI javaL krayacaM nasatM, maaNasaacaM AayauYya ho AsacaM AsatM, baakI iktIhI hrvalaM,trI %yaapoxaa jaast ho iSallakcaM AsatM…

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iW\Qaa malaa AsaM vaoDipsaM ka vhayalaa haotyaM? kLonaasaM JaalayaM maaJaM mana na@kI kSaasaazI JaurtyaM?? saarM kahI ]magatyaM,saarM kahI idsatyaM ; trIhI malaa kahItrI cauklyaasaarKM ka barM vaaTtyaM? Avaastva Apoxaa Gao}na jagatanaa KUp jaD jaD vaaTtyaM ; pNaM trIhI to AaoJaM sahna krayalaa malaa baL trI kaoNa dotyaM? AagaISaI KoLUna Jaalyaavar Aata pva-t caZavaasaa vaaTtaoya, pNaM KrcaM samaaorcyaa Qau@yaat maaga-k`maNa krtanaa ho vaoDM mana vaaT tr naahI naa cauktyaM? satt malaa samaaor kaoNaItrI idsatyaM ; satt malaa samaaor kaoNaItrI saad GaalatyaM; pNaM malaacaM kLonaasaM JaalayaM maaJaM vaoDM mana AsaM kaok$ ka banatyaM ? maaJaM ho vaoDM mana AsaM kSaasaazI JaurtyaM? kolaolyaa caukaMcaI iSaxaa GyaayacaaI saaoDUna navyaa caukaMtUna iSakayalaa tr naahI naa QajatyaM? kolaolyaa caukaMcaI iSaxaa GyaayacaI saaoDUna navyaa caukaMtUna iSakayalaa tr naahI naa QajatyaM??? - caOtalaI paTIla (B.E.Computer Engg.)

pustkaMsaarKa dusara ima~ naahI.jaao Aaplao AMtrMga Kulaivatao AaiNa AapNaasa kQaI caukvat Aqavaa fsavat naahI.

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THE WALLAaiNa maI Aaja WALLcyaa marazI ivaBaagaalaa 4 vaYa- pUNa- JaalaI.yaa 4vaYaa-t maI WALLSaI kSaI jauLlaI gaolao to malaacaM kLlaM naahI. AgadI pihlyaa saoomamaQyaoca college magazinesaazI kama krayacaM ho maI zrvalaM haotM. kma-Qama-saudOvaanao maaJyaa naiSabaI pihlyaacaM vaYaI- magazinesaazI kama krayacaI saMQaI caalaUna AalaI AaiNa maI itcaa puropUr fayada ]zvat, AgadI college sau$ hao}na 1-2 AazvaDo Jaalao Asata physics lecturelaa ma^ma Aat iSarlyaa-iSarlyaa maI puZcyaacaM drvaajyaatUna baahor pDlao haoto.magaM naMtr lectures bunk krayacaI savaya hLUhLU laagalaI tI laagalaIcaM…  Aaja yaa vaYaI-cyaa WALLkDo pahtanaa yaa AaiNa pihlyaa WALLmaQalaa frk zLkpNao jaaNavatao.AgadI cover-pagepasaUna to contentpya-t M !!! drvaYaIAaplaM ho WALL maaozM haot gaolaM.%yaat haoNaaro badla AapNa savaa-MnaIcaM isvakarlao.WALLsaazI kama krNaarI maaNasaM badlalaI; pNaM savaa-MSaI %yaabaraobar AsaNaarI javaLIk maa~ tSaIcaM raihlaI…yaa WALLmaQaUna AapNa sava-p`karcaa AanaMd lauTlaa. AgadI college maQalyaa gossipspasaUna to RAITiansnaa ip`ya Asalaolyaa festivals Paya-t M , vaogavaogaL`yaa committeespasaUna to %yaaMcyaa AMtrMgaapya-Mt Ana\ students, lectures, teachers, bunking, life, ragging… ASaa fundoo fMD\yaapasaUna exams serious topicscaI Jalak WALLnao idlaI.kaoNaI baoQaMudpNao kivata ilaihlyaa tr kaoNaacyaa laoKNaItUna laoK ]trlao.kaoNaIjokes tr kaoNaI vyaMgaica~M… AgadI iSaxakaMnaIsauwa Aaplyaatlyaa laoKkalaa vaa kivalaa jaagavalao. h\yaa 4 vaYaa-t maI hrt-hocaI maaNasaM AnauBavalaI.pNaM h\yaa WALL naocaM malaa %yaaMnaa saamaaorM jaayalaa iSakivalaM.WALLmaQaIla ek brick banaUna rahtanaa maI KUp majaa kolaI.Anaok naivana ima~-maOi~NaI kmaavalao. maI WALL saaobat kolaolaI majaa, AnauBavalaolao caaMgalaM-vaa[-T saarM kahI SabdaMt maaMDNaM Sa@ya naahI. pNaM to saarM sauK maI AayauYyaat kQaI ivasarNaarpNa naahI hohI ittkcaM KrM! RAITt yao}na maI jaovaZI majaa kolaI tovaZI majaa maI [tr kaoNa%yaahI engineering college laa Asato tr na@kIcaM krta AalaI nasatI.maaJyaa sagaL\yaa AaavaDI jaaopasata Aalyaa %yaa RAITmauLocaM… RAIT f@t technicaldRYT\yaacaM naahI tr klaa, k`IDa, college life,

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placements, technical events [.[.savaa-MgaanaI samaRw Aaho. f@t garja Aaho tI samaRwta jaaopasaNyaacaI… college life K-yaa Aqaa-nao jagaUna enjoy krNyaacaI… AajaUbaajaUcyaa jagaat sahBaagaI hao}na svat:laa AjamaavaNyaacaI… AByaasa eko AByaasa na krta AamhI RAITans KUp kahI k$ Saktao ho daKivaNyaacaI…AaiNa h\yaaM 4 vaYaa-Mt kovaL pustkI engineer na banata ek svat:caI AaoLK inamaa-Na krNyaacaI…So my dear friends ALL the best!!! mast enjoy kra ho life ina AsacaM WALLvar, RAITvar p`oma krt rha…… jayaRAIT, MY marazI - caOtalaI paTIla (B.E. Computer Engg.) kahI naatI baaMQalaolaI Asatat, tI sagaLIcaM KrI nasatat. baaMQalaolaI naatI japavaI laagatat, tr kahI japUnahI paokL rahtat. kahI maa~ AapaoAap japlaI jaatat, kdaicat %yaaMn aaca maO~ I mhNatat…

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PASSING THE MANTLE ON… TO THE NEXT SET OF BRICKS THAT KEEP THE WALL STANDING After spending most of their lives in the sheltered environment of a school, students enters college to pursue professional courses-duration of which is supposed to make them an independent individual, ready to take on the world. It‟s expected of them to prioritize in a manner where the focus of attention is the field they have taken up (theoretically, atleast!) while grooming themselves into professionals with a well-rounded personality. After the initial struggles to find footing in the new environment, one looks to figure out “what more”. Some cling to old hobbies and interests, while others explore and experiment with what the college has to offer. „The Wall‟ is one such platform offered by RAIT; the place for people with love, passion, appreciation and/or inclination for words and creativity. Open to those clinging to the aforementioned, and to the ones willing to explore and experiment with it. Incepted in 2001, „THE WALL‟ is rightly termed the voice of RAIT. It stands for their belief; it broadcasts their opinions and ideas; it shares their stories-It‟s a projection of the thoughts of all its people. It‟s truly RAIT. „The Wall‟ is more than just about article selection, compilation, arrangement, laying -out, designing… it‟s about creating something new and true! It‟s about brain-storming for new ideas, about enthusiasm to see them through, about team-work to execute, about dedication to the cause of doing justice to the responsibility. It‟s about learning, experiencing and inculcating. „The Wall‟ is about the high the productivity of a healthy, creativity stimulating discussion generates. It‟s about the over-powering satisfaction bringing out a magazine entails. It‟s about the ability of only one of those to over-whelm you with the knowledge that you contributed towards its creation. It‟s about the paradise you transport to when you notice an appreciative smile. It‟s the sense of achievement when you see your dear ones proud. It‟s about the self-worth it generates. It‟s about being a part of the „The Wall‟. So to all you RAIT-ians: be a part of „The Wall‟! Participate, Join in, Contribute, Suggest! „The Wall‟ is a tradition of RAIT. It needs to be made bigger and better. It‟s time for another set of Masons to take over the task. It‟s time for new blood, new thoughts and new energy. Here‟s your turn to go down in RAIT‟s history. Contact: Sneha: 7738180217 Prashant: 8655130747 Mail us at:rait.thewall@gmail.com

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D Y Patil Stadium

DY Patil Stadium is a cricket stadium at DY Patil Vidyanagar campus, Nerul, Navi Mumbai, India. The stadium has all the facilities of an international cricket stadium, and has been designed by Hafeez Contractor, one of India's premier architects. The stadium was officially inaugurated on the 4th of March 2008, and is one of the home ground's for IPL team Mumbai Indians. The stadium has a capacity of 60,000 people. DY Patil Sports Stadium is the first Cricket Stadium in the entire world to have full fledged concert level reinforced music system. The masts are the tallest in the country, providing excellent lighting throughout the ground. Moreover, the high-quality illumination ensures that the stadium is adequately prepared for the latest television technologies such as HDTV (High Definition TV). The stadium has the distinction of holding both IPL finals played in India barring the 2009 editios which was shifted to South Africa. Batting Maestro Sachin Tendulkar regards it as the 'best stadium in the world'. Need we say more?

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