A VIGILANTES’ passport!

This is one such a situation I wanna discuss, there needs to be a paper (Oh my!!this is much more than a paper!) to show your identity as a citizen of a country… to write an exam to qualify for an entry into foreign universities. I want to take guard and explore the situation and mélange it with rampage. I have to apply for a passport and have them for writing my GRE exam; this is made mandatory in India as the strength of students taking this is much more.

Things go very well, until there’s an antecedent which stymies my flow of thought. There’s a blunder that I’ve made… opting for the exam with out knowing the rules. As I believe that I’m good enough to cope up with the changes in the society. A confess and an admit doesn’t solve the case as an old Chinese saying goes. I went to the place and made a series of attempts and returned empty.

After a series of unfortunate events((Tada)Jim’s movie) I got a chance to visit the passport office and drop an application over there. It was 7:00 in the morning; I could see some scores of bikes in a parking lot. Yes it was the passport office located amidst the railway station and local bus stand. I took a long breathe and went into the queue. I can surpass a guy in red shirt and noticed he was sleepy. Taking a slip with the agent (James bond) went and stood in a way long line. The first guy who stood here for the passport for applying has come here on 7:00 pm yesterday’s night. Dude isn’t this peak of corruption, peak of negligence and an unnoticed stream of frustration.

There was an allowance for few people whose passports were mishandled as the police over there gave an explanation. Finally clock stuck 9:30 and I can get in. oh my goodness my number was 30. When I went inside there were not less than a 100 people sitting right in front of me. Am I the only fool standing in the line and throwing among the crowd? I asked the guy sitting beside me, how did u come so early? He smiled at my ignorance and replied... If u wanna make a govt’s work better bribe them and everything goes smooth, it was like a sudden blow on my face.

Thinking about a failed attempt, I went to the counter… all of a sudden there were huge cries coming from my back ground. A woman misguided as she couldn’t see the name of the counter mistook and stood all along for a big time and came to know that she was cornered… I felt bad as she was an old woman and she couldn’t walk properly.

I moved myself and took out my application; a granny of age 50 was sitting there. She took my birth certi and was watching still as she could find out any mistakes… She threw that at me. Ok the main issue’s solved. She took a look at my pass book, ration card…. The procedure continued, she took a look at my college’s custodian and gave me a bang. I can’t take this; I stood in shock and all my sweat covering my face. Then I replied slowly, for the first time in my life… ma’m my college has an issue and it gives me this only. She said fine…

Then I paid the fee and the work’s done… come on bud, I have completed my work. But there deep inside my soul says that, you’re a penchant of your dreams and an egotist. Let the world go as it is… shame to call you as a Vig. I admit that we’re corrupt and blame the country for many more things. Thing’s clear, we are opportunists and would like to kiss any one’s a** for our work.

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Regards

Mani kanth

How does an Electronic project take shape!

There are many admissions that go in an engineering college as the crop is out n this makes a plethora of careers that go on. By the way it’s the time for the penultimate guys to make a mini project, a college promises and says this precisely “Mooh se manglo”… we’re here to make this happen. This is my audit, admit or what so ever a bad experience on a month that I spent in my college rather than completing a mini project just as the other.

I got to introduce a few people, as I want you to take a 10 km deep breath. Mr. Fastidious who takes the guard and make things awry. He wants to get into each n every corner even the toilets… also he want to take a collective decision and lands in a place where nothing goes. He’s the primer for our clan. How the hell could the management make him (Just get a PHD degree bud we’re the captains here), also his looks are inappropriate and meaningless.

The guy who was appointed to complete the mission n a sub-task is to divide our clan into sub clans and make merry. This White has got many gadgets with him, instead of becoming a bit fast he’s lazy and never ever takes any responsibilities leaves work right in middle. Obviously student suffers here and none cares… the mission here is a project n has to complete within a month’s duration. After a week’s tampered schedule Mr. Fastidious want to see the status of the project and even knowing the deals that these people have done with a management takes the students on a ride. Egoism and an introspection to move up a rank, White is simply a guy who’s greed and wants to make money. This guy’s jingoism towards money made us mad!!

Here comes our savior right from the past to the present… Mr.Savior, as this one suits him the most in my story. This guy who stands on his words(he does sleep, if you leave him alone), things were worse when he came into the college right in my 3-1. As the world was affected with Recession, it was us who were infected with lack of lecturers and a quality guide to make our way less trodden.

The place where we used to come every day an abattoir, the fully packed bus which was from uppal, as of thought it was given for us as a free gift from the management… we used to come, sit open the windows and used to wait for White. He never turned on time, there was an urge among us as we had to spend this juggernauts time doing some stuff! We were left to play cricket! Yuppie this was the time that made us think, we have come here to make a mini project and we play games. The image compression was the suggested name for my project, me a guy with loads of laziness and a semi-geek, how the hell could I type all those documentation stuff and make it into 50 page copy. I remember laxman’s knock, as he plays a 50 an innings in test cricket. Bacha you are gone, have to finish this stuff… here comes the problem, there comes a bike horning(alarming) as if though we were riders/horses on the Mahabharatha painting rode by arjuna.. Mr. White arrives and slams, shows his arrogance that why the hell are we out playing a game?? I take a look at watch, that’s hiding in my pocket(Mobile dude).. it’s quarter past twelve. What a guy??!! who comes at this shitty time and asks us to make a project that to without power(college’s energy saving schemes). He comes and speaks all the semi PhD knowledge that he has and speaks all about images and the compression techniques… whoa a brain storming session, again I take a look at my watch it’s half past three.

No lunch or a sip of water, now again my shitty brain thinks this… dude you haven’t suffered even in your inter why the hell you ought to come and pay your time here. Savior comes and says this… complete your project and throw it aside. His words were like drinking a glass full of coke on a sunny day. On a mission yet to complete I’ve set to all the places and started my research work….

Stay tuned! I have got many more things, as I cant say all this once for all. Will post the complete story in my next post!