clock in my dabba(computer) indicates that its 3:17am(night) and still i m struggling hard to survive in the battle called enginnering.Now only thing which is inspiring me is "HIMMATE MARDA MADADE KHUDA"(God helps courageous).Vestigial side band modulation and single side band suppressed carrier is killing me but again "HIMMATE MARDA MADADE KHUDA".i hv periodicals from 5th sept and today is 1st of sept.if i m right there are 4 days still left and have to mug up six bloody.......Analogue system,Digital,system,Microprocessor,???????????Power electronics,Instrumentation,and bloody ........Microwave.
It seems that this time there is no hope but again i m alive bcoz i know that "HIMMATE MARDA MADADE KHUDA".
Now i will like to reproduce something here from another ITn Anand Kashyap's Blog.
According to him
Sometimes I'm prompted to think about the things I've learnt at IT-BHU.Two years ago I packed my bag and baggage to come here with a very earnest intention of becoming a model mechanical engineer.Have I become what I set out to become?Well,there's still time(two years more almost) but the trend so far indicates that I would be better off if I kept my expectations to the minimum!Don't get me wrong.

Friends this does not apply to me as i hv a lot of expectation from myself(most probably bcoz i m not in mechanical engg. department)
But there is something with which i fully agree(although some of my friends may not like this)
An important thumb rule...your grades in a subject are directly propotional to the number of doubts you ask in the class('ask' a doubt!These guys are impossible) .No matter how silly the doubt is,just keep punching it in until the unyielding creature gives in!
A chinese proverb says "One who asks a doubt is a fool for five minutes .One who does'nt ask a doubt remains a fool forever".Hey dude Confucius, how about a person who asks a doubt every five minutes?

I can just describe myself as a series of adjectives which are intensely contradicting. Everything about me is about 2 ends of a continuum joining in an absurd handshake. I am perfectionist to the core, yet I am laidback and carefree as a child. I believe in love and destiny, yet I abstain from falling into it by playing it safe. I am passionate to the point of insanity, but I haven't found anything yet to direct that passion towards. I have been a "struggler" ever since i understood reality, and enjoyed every minute of struggle while detesting it at the same time. I am a social and gregarious being, yet I love having my space and find it hard to associate myself with the society. I can't follow anyone in his/her footsteps, be them leaders, statesmen or exemplary characters, yet I associate myself with them in some way or another. I hate if anyone eyes my possessions yet I want to be envied. I love holding onto things as much as I like letting them go, in order to make room for newer things to come. I look back at the past while thinking about the future. I find certain values hypocritical and superficial, and yet I imbibe them in my persona.I know who I am, yet I am clueless. I am public yet I am private. I am an open book yet no one can unravel the mystery that I am. I let people go and embrace them the very next minute. I have priorities, yet they are not most important to me.....And I hate the book that inspired me to write this...I am the probably the most manifested anomaly of nature.If you can understand what I just said, you might have me figured out...
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The most simplistic and banal truth of life - Its not the big, important things in life that break us - The future, Certainty of finding the right one, the environment, world peace, money... In the end, it boils down to the littlest of things - A small tiff with a loved one, confession of love and being rejected, politics at work place, losing a friend, a stray random thought, a hurtful comment...
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Hi friends,this photograph is taken during our visit to lakhaniya waterfall Mirzapur on 15 th august(Independence day).previous year some seniors from ITBHU went to windhom fall and one of them died there by accident.the boy died was from 4th year civil engineering and placed with IBM.incidently during the trip i was wearing T-shirt given by IBM people and IBM was written on it so junta started saying me that this time out of 16 only 15 will come back to hostel and missing one will be me.so thats story behind the Title IBM given to the post.also by chance i was the first to slip there so people started to take fun out of it.The pic is taken by pulkit srivastava(alias pulli or HP) at the time i slipped first(obviously i slipped many times during the whole trip).