Life at IMI

Here is my next poem on Life at IMI :)

There are a lot of things to share
People around me who really care
Friends who make me smile
Who hold my hand and walk a mile!!

Sisters who give me a hug
Brothers whom I constantly bug
And of course those cute crushes
Mention of their names gives me blushes!!

Our college is the place for all the fun
Within us there is a feeling of one
We have our own IMI song
Which all of us will cherish life long!!

Those sleepy lectures we love to bunk
Those boring readings which go to junk
We are never bothered about any grade
For we all know the tricks of this trade!!

We always think out of the box
At right time we pull up our socks
We work hard,We party harder
But never once did we cross the border!!

We enjoy at amphi day and night
At tough times we hold each other tight
Around the campus we always roam
With everyone around,we never miss home!!

We have each other's shoulders to cry
Without friends,life is dull and dry.
They say B-Schol life is like a rat race
But trust me,its an amazing phase!!

I am not sure what did I learn
I am not sure what will I earn
More than the books in my rack
I have loads of memories to take back!!

When I think of it I feel high
Thats the way of life at IMI
A story to share with my future wife
These are the best days of my life!!

-Cheers
Barath

Memories..

I don’t remember how did it start,
But “She is the one”, said my heart.

She wanted me to hear her sing,
Inside me I heard bells ring.
Her melodious voice and that lovely song,
Will be ringing in my ears life long.

One day I decided to give her a rose,
All I could do was to give a pose
What I felt, I always wanted to say,
But something always kept me at bay.

Soon it was time to part,
And there was pain in my heart.
Without telling her, went two full years,
And my mind was still filled with fears.
This was the last day she will be here,
And I readily burst out in tear

‘Goodbye’ – that word when she said,
My heart was all but dead.
Then she gave me one final smile,
Left me all alone and went many a mile!!

PS : My first poem :)

Cheers

Barath

Memoirs from the fun den

I was returning home for Diwali from Delhi.I reached Chennai by train and I was to take another train to Coimbatore.By coincidence ,my friend Roshit,who was my cubicle mate in TCS was also travelling by same train and to our surprise we were in opposite seats.I should say it was a "Happy Coincidence",although I knew about this a day before our journey.Anyways it had been fun always with Roshit and I was looking forward for it.I met Roshit at Chennai central and together we made our way towards our coach.Roshit was in his usual stuff, a huge bag containing clothes which has not been washed for months and of course his ever sarcastic nonsense talk.As the train moved forward,we started travelling backwards to our days(in fact its my days,he is still there) in TCS .
Roshit joined my project team exactly three weeks after I joined.I knew about Roshit before.I heard that he was a "nerd" who knew Java and many other software stuff.And in two days I found out the reality.He was in the same boat as I-knew nothing(that was a saddistic pleasure).We started our days in that project in the same cubicle - shared by a total of 6 people.Our cubicle was the center of our module and Roshit was always in trouble,getting caught by the supervisors for doing everything other than work.In a few days we were shifted to another cubicle-this time at one corner of the module and the fun began
Our new cubicle was a smaller one - only for 2.We really enjoyed the exclusivity.It was definitely the hot spot of our module .No one can see what is going on there,even if u r there or not.That was the place for my entire CAT and GD/PI preparation.I never prepared anything beyond office hours.That was the type of place for Rosh,who loved watching IBN live videos,playing Flash cricket and even match highlights during the office hours.Not only that,we used to make
countless calls from the office phone.He used to talk for hours as if it was his own connection.And our cube was the place for all fun,team meetings,onsite calls,useless talks.It was the snacks bar of our team,watever snacks we bring we eat it there.It was also the newspaper reading place for many of my module mates.We had two boards for taking notes and his board contained all crap.We used to get magazines,books etc and arrange them for reading in free time.We used to call our cubicle as "Den".After I had given my resignation,I was literally jobless for the last two months and here goes my schedule..will reach at 9 am after having breakfast in canteen,will go again with Rosh for his Breakfast at 10,come back and go for tea with my other friends at 11,another tea break with rosh at 11.30,lunch with my friends at 1,again company for Rosh at 2.30,tea with my friends at 5,again for tea with Rosh at 5.30 and will vanish from there..in between I will be roaming around in library,table tennis room(wher Rosh lived) and in other areas of the office..This was my schedule in last two months.For Rosh this was the schedule for most of the days of the last one and half years
Every moment with Roshit was fun.That cubicle was the place where our friendship grew into a strong bond.We came back to the present as the train moved slowly towards Salem,wher Roshit was supposed to get down.I felt a bit sad,but we knew we will meet again.We great friends and still hate each other as we do always.Rosh ,this blog is dedicated to u..though u r going criticize it in ur usual inimitable style
It was a great journey,not just thru the tracks but also thru time.

My last day in TCS

It has been more than a month since I had submitted my resignation in TCS after getting admission in IMI-Delhi.Yesterday(Apr-29) was my last day.I got ready early to make sure that I was not late atleast on the last day.Somehow got the bus and reached the office.Had breakfast with my friends and went to my cubicle.I love my cubicle.It was one wonderful place where I had many good times with Roshit.It was a peaceful cubicle at one corner of my module.Only two of us there.Since it was in a corner,no one really bothered to look what was going on there.Our cubicle was a place for my Cat preparation,playing games,team meetings and chats.Wanted to spend some time in my cubicle on my last day.Sent mails to all my ILP friends,team mates and other project mates bidding farewell.Then tortured Syed to take a photograph of me and Rosh in our cubicle and he ended up taking around 15 photos .It was soon lunch time.There was a T-shirt company which had put up a stall in our office.They conducted a non-stop speaking contest and I won a surprise gift.Good way to end !..Post-lunch was bit hectic for me.I had to complete all the formalities .Had to get lotsa clearances and had exit interview with HR.Finally it was time to get the admin department clearance.I had to hand over my ID card for the same.The dreaded moment had come.Tears almost started from my eyes as I handed over my Id card and got a temp orary one for the remaining time in office that day.After completing the formalities came back to my cubicle.I,who usually tries to get out of the office by 6 everyday,decided to stay till 8.30 .Soon one by one everyone wished me success and left.I went and sat in my cubicle.I recollected all the sweet memories in TCS starting from my ILP.I was getting nostalgic.There is a saying "Don love ur company.Love ur job".But for me,it was opposite.Eventhough I had hated my job sometimes,I have always loved my company.TCS is my dream company and I remember the celebrations after I got placed 3 years back.But now it was time to leave.I will be missing everything-rushing for morning bus,breakfast and lunch with friends,coffee and tea breaks whenever I got a chance,chatting with ILP friends in messenger,sending bulk forward mails,
fighting with Rosh,escaping the eyes of everyone and leaving at 6,Team meetings,onsite calls during which we used to have fun,birthday celebrations,treats,Office cricket and list goes on..I am no more an employee now.Goodbye TCS!..I turned back from my bus to see TCS.It was shining in the night,with lights on,people working as hard as ever towards meeting their deadlines.TCS seemed to say "Men may come ,men may go,but I go on forever".And truly so.Its a legacy that lives.But sooner or later,
TCS,I WILL BE BACK!!

Black Friday

It was our third year in the college.We wanted to do something different…And our guys came up with a wonderful idea-to get similar T-shirts printed for all the guys in our class which gives us a unique identity(Though the idea was adopted from our seniors!)This idea seemed good and everyone agreed…We had a brain storming session to decide the design for the T- Shirt.Each one came up with a different idea.There was some “dialectical materialism” in the process..Finally we agreed upon the design-the T –Shirt should be black in color(symbolizing opposition),it will have a demon or a devil’s picture at the back(with studs for the eyes of the demon!),the wordings at the back should be “We are known for the rules we break”(coined by Biju the great),in the arms of the shirt the words BOES, which stands for Best of Electrical Students(We called ourselves that way-no one accepted it though!!) should be present and so on..…Now we had to give a name for our group so that we can inscribe it in the front side of our T shirt.So that night myself,Balu and Sakthi went to the library for some literary survey and referred dictionaries and encyclopedias(which we had never opened before) to get a name for the group.Since we had decided to have name it in two words we got various words from dictionary and in the hostel we tried out various combinations of words and arrived at 5 best names.We decided to hav a voting in class to decide the name.Next day was the election day for selecting our name.Balu conducted the elections and based on the opinions we selected the name ‘Satanic Saviors’ for our group….The order for the T shirt was given at Tirupur-the textile town and in few days we got our new T shirt..We guys were just too proud to possess it.We decided that we should wear it on a Friday and chose the date as July 23-2004.The D-day arrived. We were all ready to rock the department…We went in our Satanic Saviors T shirt..We christened the day as BOES day..We were in a festive mood.Everyone in the college saw us.No one from faculty or admin asked us anything…We went around the college, posing for photographs with pride.We had great fun that day.We felt as though we had created a coup d’etat of some sort…The reaction to our revolution was evident the next working day….The notice board read “T shirts of all kinds banned in the college”….We said proudly “We are not just known for the rules we break.We were also known for the rules we make”……….

PS:We also faced enquiry for this matter….Not telling about that in detail

Thoughts will flow……

Cheers,
Barath