LIFE

                                                               LIFE

              Life is important whatever happens in life are for our good. We have to overcome  the hurdels and hardships  and achieve things which we dreamt of.   Some times it gives us bitter results we should not get disappointed with that. We have to try hard to achieve.   I havent realised this until I saw some thing terrible.

    I was returning from chennai  during summer. I have no luggage so I took metro to the station and I arrived early at chennai central. I felt something different. i waited one hour for the train to  arrive . I have no reservation so I waited to talk with TC. But when I saw the chart there were 99 vacant seats in D3 .  During entrain I saw a  beautiful girl sitting near door.  I thought of sitting infront of girl but I don’t know what changed  my mind. I sat three seats behind her. I got bored and I started listening to linkinpark songs on my mobile. I did some mischievous things to enjoy with the on going curcum stances. But some thing terrible happened which changed the situation in to chaos.

         A young man was sitting behind was constantly staring at the window. He seems like he was suffering from some pain and lost in some of his thoughts. The train stopped in kavali.  I got down and took some thing to fill my belly. I was thulping chips and enjoying the music. The atmosphere was like a typical winter day with clouds and cool breeze. Train slowly rolled out of the station and gaining its speed. The guy sitting behind me asked some water. I gave bottle and he drank some and gave me my bottle back. I slowly closed my eyes and took a nap for some 10 min. Then I saw the guy behind me standing near door and streching his hand to   its max his body is literally outside train. I thought he is some gutsy guy who is enjoying his journey. I sat beside the emergency window so I am watching him clearly. Then he closed his eyes and and left one hand and with in split seconds his head banged a pole with huge sound and he fellout and under train. And train was at a speed of 70mph. when the people in the coach realised what happened train rolled several miles. I was shocked my whole body was trembling and my hands are shaking. I couldn’t think anything I felt something heavy in my head which evetually turned into severe head ache. This just happened in seconds. I don’t know what to do. I just gave that guy water.I looked at the bottle and thrown it away out of the window. I opened my lappy to deviate my mind its not helping me. I struggeled for 4hrs to stabilize. I couldn’t sleep at home that night. I was thinking what was the cause that provoked him to suicide that cruelly.

       Everyone have problems in life but suicide was not the way of escaping from it. We have some skill given by god to survive in this world. Some people think they made wrong choices that’s why they are suffering. We have to forget about past. We got here some how we have to reform ourselves according to situation and work hard and wisely to make ourselves better.  

BANG BANGED KHABBA, KHABBA BANGED BANG !

BANG BANGED KHABBA, KHABBA BANGED BANG

Queen of Sheeba had a crazy task this time around. For people who don't know about it,
 Queen of Sheeba is the Inter-Hostel Scavenger hunt at IIT Madras.
It has a lot of vague tasks. Like this one. One needs to get the best search result
for "Bang Banged Khabba, Khabba Banged Bang"
"Khabba" and "Banged" are the two Cultural and Literary head secretaries at college.

Geek max...........

                                                   

   Geek max...........

when a geek propose to a girl..

i fear that i will always be

a lonely number like root 3

a 3 is all that's good and right

why must my 3 keep out of sight

beneath a vicious square root sign

i wish instead i were a 9

for 9 could thwart this evil trick

with just some quick arithmetic

i know i'll never see the sun

as 1.7321

such is my reality

a sad irrationality

when hark! what is this i see

another square root of a 3

has quietly come waltzing by

together now we multiply

to form a number we prefer

rejoicing as an integer

we break free from our mortal bonds

and with a wave of magic wands

our square root signs become unglued

and love for me has been renewed.       

                                                                                                                                     #copied

Masculine - Feminine

Spanish Teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.

'House' for instance, is feminine: 'la casa.'
'Pencil,' however, is masculine: 'el lapiz.'

A student asked, 'What gender is 'computer'?'

Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether computer' should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.

The men's group decided that 'computer' should definitely be of the feminine gender ('la computadora'), because:

1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;

2.The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;

3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and

4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.

(THIS GETS BETTER!)

The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be masculine ('el computador'), because:

1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;

2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;

3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and

4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.

The women won. 
                                                                                                                               #internet

                 I THINK IAM IN L………….. 

                                        Part –I

It’s a normal boring day in college. I was slowly descending stairs. Then I heard someone giggle, when I turned my head there was a glowing face with nice smile. We exchanged a glance. Then I walked passed her and turned back to see her again. To my shock she was my classmate from school.  That day I don’t know why it was pretty joyful beside my low performance in exam. I felt very light thinking of her. Her presence in front of my eyes made me forget all the things that were bothering me at that time. I couldn’t wait to see her again… 

            The very next day I waited for her to come and planned exactly to meet her on the stairs. That’s the only place I can talk to her alone. I said hi to her. She just smiled. I was very surprised to see you here. She said “girls can’t go to college or what?”  I mean U & ME in same college. She said “this was near to my home so I opted for this college”. I asked how you like this college so far. She nodded her head in both ways.  

   I asked so how were your studies going. She said don’t ask about studies we were doing that for f#%king 14 hours in a day. From that day on wards we used to greet each other at the same spot. Then we couldn’t find each other to talk for few days.

           After few days I got an announcement that I got a call from home. I was a bit surprised my parents won’t call me anytime. I used to call them. When I said hello I heard a sweet voice from the other side. I was silenced for some time I don’t know how to react. She said what you were thinking. I was shocked but it was good to hear from you. I missed you a lot. We spent lot of days talking to each other in the evenings through phone.

I couldn’t concentrate on my studies she was in my mind I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Whole college days were gone like the same way.

        I used to talk to her from my home when I went for holidays. Due to this my mother came to know that I was interested in some girl. My mother asked me what her name etc. My mother thought I was deeply in love with her.

          I have feelings for her what my mother thought was right.  When I was about to propose her…………………….

WANNA TRY..................

I was solving my tutorial for exams. I got pissed with the first question then second.......and got psyched.
then i read all the exam portion once again while watching  ICC world cup highlights.
Then ...I was able to solve this question. Can any one dare to solve this............ 




Consider the periodic signal associated with the figure shown below. What is the sampling frequency needed to reconstruct the signal without distortion? What are your assumptions ?

ALUMNI DAY

      

            Sometimes life gives you wonderful gifts. When we think about our era we can pick up some events which were gifted. My school years were bookmarked for me as the beautiful days of my life. Without any doubt I had a blast in those days. 

    

                                   December 5^th 2010.............

                      The day on which I can meet my friends in my school its                            ALUMNI DAY.

When I got up time was ticking past 7:30. I got on bus and reached Hanuman junction in 30 min. Three of my friends Srikanth, Raviteja and Hemanth were thulping breakfast in a hotel near bus stand. When I saw them there was some happiness which was good to feel but hard to describe. When they offered me breakfast it remembered the old days of us sharing each other’s eatables after parents’ day. I and srikanth took auto from there to sitharampuram. That was a small village near to our school. There was no change at all just some greenery diminished. From there our school was 3km far away and isolated from the outside world.   We waited for some of my friends to arrive and thought of going all together to school. After some time we went school.

         Our school has changed artificially but the essence wasn’t changed. Our school ground looks small now but, in school days when I was attending P.E.T in the foggy morning the track seems to be a endless marathon. The beautiful rose garden in front of school remembered the painful Sunday mornings on which we have to clean whole school like our own house by plucking weeds and unwanted grass.

                We went and sat in the assembly ground there was some speeches and advices going on and our teachers called us to say something to our juniors  our friends did it with ease and even got applause from the teachers. It remembered the fun days in which we practiced to say pledge and thought of the day in morning assemblies. 

               Then we went to mess to fill our grown bellies. I couldn’t remember the taste of our mess but I remembered us fighting for chapattis and three or more members eating in one plate. Mean while my friends were thulping off the varieties. (Especially jawahar...).        We had chit chat about us after mess for some time and decided to visit hostels.

       When we entered our hostel rooms it reminded the socks ball cricket and storeroom Table Tennis. We came out and sat down in handball court I heard (Balakrishna batanilu, chiranjeevi chagodilu .........). I wondered how long that old man sells eatables under sun  felt bad. Then we took Guavas from the same guy who has been  selling fruits from those days. Then we decided to go to school block once again and leave.

     

  We had so much fun and took some nice snaps of us..........

  Most happy thing was when I heard most of my friends were placed...

      I am Thankful to all my friends who made it a wonderful memory in my life......