Monday, August 19, 2013
Rajesh Jagannadh sat on the plastic chair with mixed feelings. He was excited to see his result, but he was equally nervous too. He felt almost as uncomfortable sitting on that half broken plastic chair in the cheapest cafe of Puri. If the result favors him, he was sure that his future was secure, at least according to the endless stream of parents and endless of endless stream of students who compete for the prestigious JEE conducted once a year. If the result was otherwise, he would be tattooed as a failure and will become a pariah to everyone he knows.
Two years ago, when he passed his 10th standard with a stunning 92%, everyone forced him to study science and math in 11th and 12th and prepare for entrance exams simultaneously. No one cared about what he wanted. He had other plans. But his parents were only focusing on what their neighbor kid did to go to U.S.A as an engineer. Each time he got low marks, they compared him to that obese neighbor kid who got into REC. At last he succumbed to the pressure and took up science stream. Although he was sure that equations and reactions just weren't his thing, he knew that his poor Father and Mother were counting on him to become an engineer, and if he fails to perform well in his exams, their heart would be broken. For this reason alone, he studied well. He came out of 12th with glorious marks. Everyone knew that largest hurdle now lies ahead of him. Everyone knew getting good marks in 12th Boards will not be a guarantee for excellence in Entrance exams.
He spent the next month studying and studying alone. He was aware that those thirty days are the barrier between him, and the life his parents wanted. Sleep eluded him. He was caught up in pages of ML Khanna and HC Verma. He wrote his exams with confidence. But however you write Entrance Exams, even God cannot predict the result. It was a matter of sheer luck. It was like a coin flip, either you fail or you win. If he wins, he will gain the one-way ticket to success, and if he does not, he will disappoint everyone he loved and will get the ticket to hell.
Rajesh Jagannadh now sat nervously, waiting for the results. He prayed for mercy to god, and he asked forgiveness for all mistakes he had done. But it was all useless now. His fate was already written by a bunch of machines which read his OMR. He felt a wave of heat emanating from his skins, as if even his skin cells were tensed. He opened up the browser and quickly navigated to the web page of JEE. He entered his register number, and with trembling hands, he pressed enter. He was a relaxed a bit to see 'Results not yet published' text. But a part of him was disappointed too. He clicked on 'refresh' after some seconds, but same page showed up. He looked at the reception of the Cafe, where at least a dozen of students stood in queue now. He had expected this and that's why he had come early. He refreshed the page again. No change. He now stood up and shouted at the receptionist.
"Kyom is me results nahi aa raha he bhai?" Why the results has not come yet?
He barely heard the man's reply against all the talking between the students in queue. but it almost sounded like:
"Ayega yar... Sirf intazar karo..." It will come dude, just wait.
It was the part he hated the most... The waiting. He sat and refreshed the page. But now, a table with some numbers has replaced the earlier text.
He saw his result.
Monday, April 15, 2013
While surfing the web, I found this article on some website. After reading it, I just couldn't resist sharing...
The Guy who got into IIT and Google
P.S. This article is not written by me. I just felt like sharing this, and I just did...
The Guy who got into IIT and Google
Naga Naresh Karutura has just passed out of IIT Madras in Computer Science and has joined Google in Bangalore. You may ask, what's so special about this 21-year-old when there are hundreds of students passing from various IITs and joining big companies like Google?
Naresh is special. His parents are illiterate. He has no legs and moves around in his powered wheel chair.
Ever smiling, optimistic and full of spirit; that is Naresh. He says, "God has always been planning things for me. That is why I feel I am lucky." Read why Naresh feels he is lucky.
Childhood in a village
I spent the first seven years of my life in Teeparru, a small village in Andhra Pradesh, on the banks of the river Godavari . My father Prasad was a lorry driver and my mother Kumari, a house wife. Though they were illiterate, my parents instilled in me and my elder sister (Sirisha) the importance of studying.
Looking back, one thing that surprises me now is the way my father taught me when I was in the 1st and 2nd standards. My father would ask me questions from the text book, and I would answer them. At that time, I didn't know he could not read or write but to make me happy, he helped me in my studies!
Another memory that doesn't go away is the floods in the village and how I was carried on top of a buffalo by my uncle. I also remember plucking fruits from a tree that was full of thorns.
I used to be very naughty, running around and playing all the time with my friends.. I used to get a lot of scolding for disturbing the elders who slept in the afternoon. The moment they started scolding, I would run away to the fields!
I also remember finishing my school work fast in class and sleeping on the teacher's lap!
January 11, 1993, the fateful day
On the January 11, 1993 when we had the sankranti holidays, my mother took my sister and me to a nearby village for a family function. From there we were to go with our grandmother to our native place. But my grandmother did not come there. As there were no buses that day, my mother took a lift in my father's friend's lorry. As there were many people in the lorry, he made me sit next to him, close to the door.
It was my fault; I fiddled with the door latch and it opened wide throwing me out. As I fell, my legs got cut by the iron rods protruding from the lorry. Nothing happened to me except scratches on my legs.
The accident had happened just in front of a big private hospital but they refused to treat me saying it was an accident case. Then a police constable who was passing by took us to a government hospital.
First I underwent an operation as my small intestine got twisted. The doctors also bandaged my legs. I was there for a week. When the doctors found that gangrene had developed and it had reached up to my knees, they asked my father to take me to a district hospital. There, the doctors scolded my parents a lot for neglecting the wounds and allowing the gangrene to develop. But what could my ignorant parents do?
In no time, both my legs were amputated up to the hips.
I remember waking up and asking my mother, where are my legs? I also remember that my mother cried when I asked the question. I was in the hospital for three months.
Life without legs
I don't think my life changed dramatically after I lost both my legs. Because all at home were doting on me, I was enjoying all the attention rather than pitying myself. I was happy that I got a lot of fruits and biscuits.
'I never wallowed in self-pity'
The day I reached my village, my house was flooded with curious people; all of them wanted to know how a boy without legs looked. But I was not bothered; I was happy to see so many of them coming to see me, especially my friends!
All my friends saw to it that I was part of all the games they played; they carried me everywhere.
God's hand. I believe in God. I believe in destiny. I feel he plans everything for you. If not for the accident, we would not have moved from the village to Tanuku, a town. There I joined a missionary school, and my father built a house next to the school. Till the tenth standard, I studied in that school.
If I had continued in Teeparu, I may not have studied after the 10th. I may have started working as a farmer or someone like that after my studies. I am sure God had other plans for me.
My sister, my friend
When the school was about to reopen, my parents moved from Teeparu to Tanuku, a town, and admitted both of us in a Missionary school. They decided to put my sister also in the same class though she is two years older. They thought she could take care of me if both of us were in the same class. My sister never complained.
She would be there for everything. Many of my friends used to tell me, you are so lucky to have such a loving sister. There are many who do not care for their siblings.
She carried me in the school for a few years and after a while, my friends took over the task. When I got the tricycle, my sister used to push me around in the school.
My life, I would say, was normal, as everyone treated me like a normal kid. I never wallowed in self-pity. I was a happy boy and competed with others to be on top and the others also looked at me as a competitor.
I was inspired by two people when in school; my Maths teacher Pramod Lal who encouraged me to participate in various local talent tests, and a brilliant boy called Chowdhary, who was my senior.
When I came to know that he had joined Gowtham Junior College to prepare for IIT-JEE, it became my dream too. I was school first in 10th scoring 542/600.
Because I topped in the state exams, Gowtham Junior College waived the fee for me. Pramod Sir's recommendation also helped. The fee was around Rs 50,000 per year, which my parents could never afford.
Moving to a residential school
Living in a residential school was a big change for me because till then my life centred around home and school and I had my parents and sister to take care of all my needs. It was the first time that I was interacting with society. It took one year for me to adjust to the new life.
There, my inspiration was a boy called K K S Bhaskar who was in the top 10 in IIT-JEE exams. He used to come to our school to encourage us. Though my parents didn't know anything about Gowtham Junior School or IIT, they always saw to it that I was encouraged in whatever I wanted to do.. If the results were good, they would praise me to the skies and if bad, they would try to see something good in that. They did not want me to feel bad. They are such wonderful supportive parents.
Life at IIT- Madras
Though my overall rank in the IIT-JEE was not that great (992), I was 4th in the physically handicapped category. So, I joined IIT, Madras to study Computer Science.
Here, my role model was Karthik who was also my senior in school. I looked up to him during my years at IIT- Madras. He had asked for attached bathrooms for those with special needs before I came here itself. So, when I came here, the room had attached bath. He used to help me and guide me a lot when I was here.
I evolved as a person in these four years, both academically and personally. It has been a great experience studying here. The people I was interacting with were so brilliant that I felt privileged to sit along with them in the class. Just by speaking to my lab mates, I gained a lot..
'There are more good people in society than bad ones'
July 28, 2008
Words are inadequate to express my gratitude to Prof Pandurangan and all my lab mates; all were simply great. I was sent to Boston along with four others for our internship by Prof Pandurangan. It was a great experience.
Joining Google R&D
I did not want to pursue PhD as I wanted my parents to take rest now. Morgan Stanley selected me first but I preferred Google because I wanted to work in pure computer science, algorithms and game theory.
I am lucky. Do you know why I say I am lucky?
I get help from total strangers without me asking for it. Once after my second year at IIT, I with some of my friends was travelling in a train for a conference. We met a kind gentleman called Sundar in the train, and he has been taking care of my hostel fees from then on.
I have to mention about Jaipur foot. I had Jaipur foot when I was in 3rd standard. After two years, I stopped using them. As I had almost no stems on my legs, it was very tough to tie them to the body. I found walking with Jaipur foot very, very slow. Sitting also was a problem. I found my tricycle faster because I am one guy who wants to do things faster.
One great thing about the hospital is, they don't think their role ends by just fixing the Jaipur foot; they arrange for livelihood for all. They asked me what help I needed from them. I told them at that time, if I got into an IIT, I needed financial help from them. So, from the day I joined IIT, Madras , my fees were taken care of by them. So, my education at the IIT was never a burden on my parents and they could take care of my sister's Nursing studies.
Surprise awaited me at IIT
After my first year, when I went home, two things happened here at the Institute without my knowledge.
I got a letter from my department that they had arranged a lift and ramps at the department for me. It also said that if I came a bit early and checked whether it met with my requirements, it would be good.
Second surprise was, the Dean, Prof Idichandy and the Students General Secretary, Prasad had located a place that sold powered wheel chairs. The cost was Rs 55,000. What they did was, they did not buy the wheel chair; they gave me the money so that the wheel chair belonged to me and not the institute.
My life changed after that. I felt free and independent. That's why I say I am lucky. God has planned things for me and takes care of me at every step.
The world is full of good people.
I also feel if you are motivated and show some initiative, people around you will always help you. I also feel there are more good people in society than bad ones. I want all those who read this to feel that if Naresh can achieve something in life, you can too
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Do you miss a childhood friend of yours, who now ignores you? Well, the book Paper Towns is sorta kinda something like that. After a very LOOOONG time, Quentin Jacobsen, known among his friends as Q's childhood friend, Margo Roth Spiegelman shows up on middle of the night at his window, and takes him to a journey that makes him realize that thinking about future is NOT LIFE! As the night ends we think that their friendship will bloom again throughout the book. But BAMMMM! Next thing we know is that Margo has ran away, leaving some breadcrumbs for Q to find her.
Paper Towns is the third novel of John Green, my current favorite author and vlogger.
The book is written in such a fashion that as the story progresses, readers are more and more gripped to the characters. In the middle phase of the book, you may even think that you are reading a teen-detective novel (or is it just me?)! It has occasional humor, and some moments that may make you wanna cry. It's just an amazing book!
P.S : Mission John Green Books - 33.33% complete - 2 done, 4 to go. Over and out. :)
Monday, March 4, 2013
The Fault in Our Stars, is a novel written by critically acclaimed Writer and Vlogger, John Green.
Story is about Hazel Grace, a 16-year old lung cancer patient, who also is the narrator of the story. She is insisted to go to a support group, where she meets another teenager cancer patient, Augustus Waters. As the story progresses through ups and downs of Hazel's life, we see Hazel falling in love with Augustus. After a sequence of remarkable incidents, things turns upside down when it is revealed that Augustus is ............
Let me stop there... Enough spoilers I guess..
Anyway, this is a great book recommended for heart-touching book seekers, romance-philes, and also teenagers... The book has won several awards and been in top of several lists, which hardly surprises me... I completed reading the whole book in one night, that too in middle of exams! This may show you how addictive this book can be!
This is a book that made me realize many things... Most of all, it made me realize that death is inevitable. And " death is just a 'side effect' of life " (To quote from the book). It also made me realize how much I missed reading books. Now I have decided that I am going to read other books by the author too. Don't miss it guys.. It is a must read...
P.S : Mission John Green Books - 16.66% complete - 1 done, 5 to go. Over and out :)
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Im 15... But I want to be 10 again... Because the ages 5-12 were the best in my life, yet... Those who disagree with me, I feel really sorry for them... Lots of fun, it really was... We can do silly things and no one would tell us no... We can laugh for silly reasons, no one would tell us no... We can ask silly doubts to anyone, like "Why the earth is round?" or "Why is sea water salty?"... We can play silly games with friends, no one would tell us to stop...We can have all the fun in the world, without hearing any thing negative from our elders....
But after 12??? After starting the teenage?? Now my world is smaller than ever... Everything is terrible now... I swear it... If I laugh for silly reasons, everyone calls me 'mad'... If I do silly things, everyone calls me 'crazy'... If I ask silly doubts, all I get is scoldings. If I play silly games with friends, everyone tells us to stop and STUDY!!! All I hear now is to STUDY! When I wake up in the morning, they say STUDY! When I return to home tired, they say, STUDY! When I go to bed, they say STUDY FOR SOME MORE TIME! When I sit over Facebook for a minute, they say, STUDY!
STUDY! STUDY! STUDY! Gimme a GODDAMN BREAK!!!
STUDY! STUDY! STUDY! Gimme a GODDAMN BREAK!!!
I feel really nostalgic now... Those happy days being a Kid... I miss Pillow fighting with my sister, I miss making blanket forts... I really miss being a Kid... If I get a Time machine, ever in my life, I will go back to Kidhood for sure...
Saturday, July 7, 2012
"I don't usually bath except there are no morning tuitions,
But when I do, it lasts for half-an-hour!"
Well, the above statement is true... I'm gonna write about usual things I do when I take a shower.
- 0:00 - 5:00 minutes : Singing loud as hell, that even the house trebles!!!!!! ;-)
- 5:00 - 9:00 minutes : Intensity of singing decreases.
- 9:00 -10:00 minutes : Singing stops, either by paining throat or annoyed parents.
- 10:00-14:00 minutes : Thinking about last exam results. Searching for new tactics for studying.
- 14:00-15:00 minutes : Forgetting about exams and current studies.
- 15:00-19:00 minutes : Thinking of future plans which takes less hardwork.
- 19:00-20:00 minutes : First knock and shout by Mom/Dad. And void in mind for a minute.
- 20:00-24:00 minutes : Thinking about new Blogging Ideas, but nothing arises.
- 24:00-25:00 minutes : Second knock and shout by Mom/Dad. And void in mind for a minute.
- 25:00-29:00 minutes : Thinking about dearest friends, badass school, scary teachers, and crush. This is the most beautiful moments of the shower.
- 29:00-30:00 minutes : Big final knock and loud shouting from deeply annoyed parents. All sort of things like soaking with soap, applying the shampoo etc, happens in this minute.
- 31st minute : Running from the bathroom with a towel in the waist (most of the times I forget to take a towel with me, resulting in begging to parents, and a 'special' shout for that), and search for the best costume begins!!!
Sunday, June 17, 2012
But as a blogger's duty, I'm going to elaborate a little bit.
As many of you might have known, Amish Tripathi's debut work, Immortals of Meluha, and his second work, Secret of Nagas, have been along the best selling books for weeks. The success behind these works, in my opinion, is none other than the connection they have between Hindu Mythology. In this work, Amish has depicted the powerful Hindu god, Shiva, merely as a human being, who had nothing different from us, until a series of incidents makes everyone treat and respect him as a god!
I've always been in that kind, who thought about a superior power above humans which have a scientific proof, instead of a supernatural god. (In simple words, an Atheist) Still, having my ancestral roots on priest-ship, I have also been interested in hearing fantastic fantasies of Hindu gods from my Grandmother. I don't know if this is the reason for me liking this work. But I am sure that I was highly delighted while reading this work, with the perfect collaboration of Purana and Fiction!
Amish presents us Shiva, Sati, Ganesh, and many other characters in a human form which a strong scientific base, but still in sync with Puranas. Because of this specialty of the series, both atheists and believers will enjoy the work equally.
Series consists of three books, which are, Immortals of Meluha, Secret of Nagas, and Oath of Vayuputhras, of which the last one is yet to be unveiled.
The mysterious style of writing and occasional stunning twists, makes this work more and more unique.
A must read work for those have an interest in Hindu Mythology, but not recommended for noobs in Hindu Mythology because (i) They may not understand the story and connections between characters (ii) They may be confused when hearing/reading the real stories from Puranas!
P.S : Waiting for Oath of Vayuputhras....
P.P.S: Images from Wiki, so no copyright. :p