***Shubhadeep Paul***শুভদীপ পাল***: June 2010

I Love You...

08:27 |

You, Me and the short meetings-

Also a li’l exchange of feelings,

Drawing closer and closer everyday

With the happiness that comes in way;

Is it not the lovely bond of hearts

Or is it just my addiction that darts?

Thoughts and hopes, each and every hour

For a sudden meet that may shower.

Dreams and fancies, only on you-

Comes to reality perhaps a few…

Still traveling, just for your pretty smiles

On the wrong way for a thousand miles.

At the first sight- I had never thought,

That love may ever rise to such a lot.

Now that you are mine; and me yours,

We’ll deal with our cheers and tears

Together in company, and hence strike

Pacing forwards for a happy life…

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A Dangerous Teacher and A PRANK!

07:21 |

A.T. Dev describes prank as a ‘practical joke’, but my consideration for the word is more than that of a joke. I would rather like it to be described as ‘a meaningfully carried display of naughtiness’.

I retain a perfect experience of pranks, mostly in educational places. I have been carrying out pranks from a very tender age. Once I landed in trouble after having locked my friend in the toilet. At other instances I escaped uncaught after breaking a tube-well and dismantling by kicking a newly constructed wall in the school. Apart from these I cracked a loud-cracker between Rabindra Jayanti celebrations at our colony. Being a member of the SWCS which helds Durga Puja and Basanti Puja I always get a chance of stealing sweets from the batas offered by devotees. But these are some general pranks which everyone carries out barring some very gentle and diligent pupils.

While sharing my experience with my friends, one of them, a senior in college who is from the same school I read- Antara’di or just Andy thanked God for keeping me alive. She almost became horrified after listening my list of pranks- the most attractive content being the one I am going to narrate now- a prank carried out on the most dangerous teacher in college. The prank I carried out is a much more intensified one. I had to take a greater risks before writing this article- The ‘dangerous teacher’ is in Facebook apart from two other teachers in my friends-list.

It so happened that our Terminal exams were knocking, it was to begin after five or six days. So I was at Lohit’s Chariali home to study. I reached there sharply at 8 o’ clock in the morning. We went on solving numericals till the time I suddenly noticed the short-hand of the big REWA wall clock pointing towards two. Just then Lohit’s mother entered and asked us to take a little walk in the platform, she would place the dishes for lunch by then. We went out and entered the platform through gate 1. The Down-Passenger train had just arrived. We noticed that it was giving a longer stoppage than the usual one-minute. The station master told that it has a crossing with Up-Intercity Exp. As we were walking along the stopping train I chanced upon a familiar face staring upon us from a window. It seemed like the dangerous teacher staring at us. I passed the window not looking towards it- I couldn’t regain courage to put my eyes up for a confirmation look. So I asked Lohit to do so. Here he did the first mistake- he broke out loudly- “No, What will Borah Sir do in the Passenger?”(name changed) But as we looked at the window it was indeed him. He was holding a plate of Ghoogni and putting his angry look on us.

Now the prank begins- after seeing him we increased the speed of our paces. If such circumstances are put forward anybody can easily win the fast-walking competitions in school. A machinery sound made us realize that we had neared the engine of the train. Borah Sir was sitting in the third coach from the last. Lohit suggested that we should try to take a snap of sir. I also agreed. So we crossed the first line and got to the second line and started walking backwards till we reached the coach where Sir was sitting. We were enough sure that he could not see us as he was sitting on a window on the other side of the coach and decided to get in. We started approaching cautionly the seat where Sir was sitting but when the seat came in view we noticed that there was no Sir but a blue bag. Probably Sir had got down to find out the reason behind the longer stoppage.

We again got down and went to the platform from behind the last coach of the train. We searched for Sir but we could not find him. We decided to take a closer-look from the narrow way (marked 4 in pic) that runs along the platform. We entered the way from the gate 1 and started walking, at times peeping over the platform-wall to spot Sir holding the mobile-cameras out to capture the first sight of him. We reached the gate 2, but till then we didn’t see Sir. At that moment a man with a strong figure, a bald head and a angry look entered the narrow-way through the gate 2. Unfortunately it was our Sir. We landed face to face to him. We paused and then started making expressions that we had remembered some important work and at the next moment we were running backwards to the gate 1. When we reached there we gasped a long breath.

Now it’s a fact that pranky minds do not stop supplying pranky ideas. We came to a point that now since we have been caught there should be no fear in us- whatever is to happen, will happen- we can continue our fun. We got to the platform through the gate 1 and crossed the first line to get to the second one and started advancing forwards again. We got to the place where the gap between two coaches lay. We could get a view of Sir from the gap. He was still standing near the gate 2. We were happy that he was busy talking with the guard. We held out our camera-phones to take a snap. As I was matching the image before clicking suddenly I noticed on the screen that Sir was staring at us. I started running toward the heaps of coal along the third line. Lohit discovered it a little later and followed. We hid ourselves there for a little time. We could hear the whistle of the Intercity Exp. advancing towards. The Intercity had no stoppage at Chariali- it crossed the station by the second line obstructing Sir’s view on us. We took the chance and changed our places of hiding. Now the Passenger gave a loud whistle- from below the train we could see people getting up. Sir got up and took his seat.

The risk was assumed to have ended- we got out from our hiding and went to the platform. As the train started moving out slowly; Lohit looked at me and burst out a loud laughter, I replied in the same way.

You can easily guess what could have happened when we approached Sir the next day in the practical classes. I shall remember this prank for some more time.

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Shakira : Waka Waka Lyrics

18:36 |

Oooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehh

You're a good soldier
Choosing your battles
Pick yourself up
And dust yourself off
Get back in the saddle

You're on the front line
Everyone's watching
You know it's serious
We are getting closer
This isn't over

The pressure is on
You feel it
But you got it all
Believe it

When you fall get up, oh oh
If you fall get up, eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
Cuz this is Africa
Tsamina mina, eh eh
Waka waka, eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
This time for Africa

Listen to your God
This is our motto
Your time to shine
Don't wait in line
Y vamos por todo

People are raising
Their expectations
Go on and feed them
This is your moment
No hesitations

Today's your day
I feel it
You paved the way
Believe it

If you get down get up, oh oh
When you get down get up, eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
This time for Africa
Tsamina mina, eh eh
Waka waka, eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
Anawa a a
Tsamina mina, eh eh
Waka waka, eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
This time for Africa

Awela Majoni Biggie Biggie Mama One A To Zet
Athi sithi LaMajoni Biggie Biggie Mama From East To West
Bathi . . . Waka Waka Ma Eh Eh Waka Waka Ma Eh Eh
Zonke zizwe mazi buye
Cuz this is Africa

Voice: Tsamina mina, Anawa a a
Tsamina mina
Tsamina mina, Anawa a a

Tsamina mina, eh eh
Waka waka, eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
Anawa a a
Tsamina mina, eh eh
Waka waka, eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
This time for Africa

Django eh eh
Django eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
Anawa a a

Django eh eh
Django eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
Anawa a a

(2x) This time for Africa

(2x) We're all Africa

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22:28 |

‘Smart Foreigners’ of Asom

Smart Foreigners- you must be thinking- what does it mean? Its meaning is as simple as its formation- Foreigners who are also smart. Now the questions arises- Who are they? In Asom? They are some people who had migrated from their own country and settled here, in Asom; and not to miss that they retain a smart sense. This is the reason behind their ablity to slow-poison themselves in our state, carefully and cleanly. Also they had replaced us in many fields in our own state. You may not agree with me and criticize that they had entered our state in a way which is illegal. They had snatched our jobs by bribing. But I think that their smartness lies in it. Entering such a big province as ours without valid permit requires good planning and at the most intelligence- which was successfully proved in them. And the ‘Bribe’- Is it not smartness to bribe in one of the most corrupted nations? I think it is.

So should we go on suffering in this way- we should not but we have no option. There is a way which may be enough strong to stand as a high wall between their way of success but I am not sure about its application in our state. In his book, ‘Addar Xonali Xapon’, Hridayananda Mahanta clearly says that Assamese people (mainly youths) are lazy, they do not prepare themselves for the job oppurtunaties originating in the state, they are not at all focused at their aims and much more. I think Mahanta is absolutely correct in his saying. If we can make ourselves smarter than the ‘Smart Foreigners’ we can easily regain our replaced jobs.

Today the situation is such that you cannot point out a person as foreigner. They had cleverly blended their culture with ours. But still we are aware of their presence- they are present in every fields of work- from rickshaw pullers to businessmen, daily-wage-labourers to politicians. Do not ask me to verify my words- I cannot.

You may like to hear some examples of their smartness from me. Once I was accompanying Riya, my younger sister to her singing classes. We took a rickshaw, probably a foreingner one- guessed it by his language and look- and asked him to take us to the desired venue. We also remined him of the ‘No entry’ put by the Traffic enforcers in the Daily-Bazar-Bypass lane and told him to carry us through a longer but different route. We said that we will pay him for the extra travel. But surprising both of us he started paddling through the barred route. As the “No entry’ board came in sight- boldly standing in the middle of the road with a traffic cop guarding it- I asked him what he would do now. After a little pause, he turned back, looked at my sister and prompted- ‘Sinta Khoiro Naa- Aami Aasi Naa- Bhoin Tumi Bohita Dhukaiya Deau- Bhai, Betatai Jodi Dhore, Koiya Diba Civil Ey Jaai’ (Relax. Am I not there? Sister, please hide the copy. Brother, if he catches us, tell him that we are going to the Civil Hospital.) I replied (in good Bengali)- ‘Naa, Dada, Aami Ai Sob Miththe Kotha Bolte Paarbo Naa- Tumi Rickshaw Ghuriye Niye Cholo, Khargeshwar Road Diye Cholo.’ (No, I won’t lie. You please return and take us by the other road.) Then he said, ‘ Aachcha Aamiee Koiya Dimu.’ (Okay, I’ll tell) and he moved on. As soon as the front wheel of the rickshaw crossed the board, the cop whisted and drummed the back of the rickshaw with his service-stick. The rickshaw halted. ‘Iman Daangor Board Khon Dekha Nai Ni? Aagote Goi Aaso Je?’ (Can’t you see such a big board? Why are you crossing it?) ‘Dekshi Sier, Civil Ey Goisu, Patient Aase’ (I saw it, sir. We are going to the Civil Hospital. I am carrying a patient.) The cop put a glance at us and signaled the rickshaw-puller to follow him to a corner after which followed some whispering discussions. I saw the rickshaw-puller pull out a five-rupee-note and forward it to the cop. The cop grabbed it with a complete different expression showing in his face- as if he had just landed from the blues. The rickshaw puller came and continued in his way. ‘Dekhla Bhai, Shaala Taye Paanch Taaka Loiya Loilo’. At that moment I realized that they were indeed brilliant and gave a short smile at my sister, she too smiled back. After a short time we reached the place, got down, payed fifteen-rupees. Now you see, when they can cross the barbed-wire-fences and move in our state, is a ‘No Entry’ board a big issue for them?

At other instance, I met another batch of foreigners- some labourers. I went to visit my friend, Lohit at his town (may be village)- Bahadur Chariali. I love riding my bicycle through the greenery of the tea-gardens. To reach my friend’s place, I have to cycle through the entire breadth of the Itakhooli Tea Estate. His home shares a common wall with the platform of the Chariali Railway Station- though I mention it as a platform, many would not, as it shares a different look with the grass growing in it and little boys playing cricket on it. The day was a hot one but there was a cool breeze blowing under the shade of the giant trees which spread it branches and made a good canopy over the whole of the platform. The scenary is just awesome. We decided to have a little walk through it. On the other side of the railway lines heaps of coal could be seen. One would not believe that this small village station deals with lakhs of rupees everyday. Everyday about fifty Punjab Body trucks would arrive with coal loaded in them to the height of the heed. This would be unloaded and then loaded into a goods train that arrived in the evening. All these requires a lot of manpower and hard-work. About two hundred labourers worked day and night. They got a good sum there. But the sad part is that most of the labourers working there looked like the ‘Smart Foreigners’. And this time I was sure of it- for they themselves claimed it before us. ‘Arey Bhai Gorom Laagse! Aamgo Deshe Toh Aaro Beshi Gorom, Ei Jonnoi Toh Eikhaane Aisi’ (Oh brother, it so hot here! In our country, the situation is even worse so we came here.) I was stunned by the brave comments by them. Next they noticed the celphones in our hands- Nokia in my friend’s and Samsung in mine- and asked us to share some good songs over bluetooth. We agreed and gave them some good songs- I remember of sending ‘Maula Mere Maula’ of ‘Anwar’- they thanked us and told us that they would have a good time pass now. At that moment Lohit asked them that if they have any songs from their land- they nodded. We then took some of them. I remember a few- ‘Aamar Maye Tomare Bhaalo Faaye Naa, Tain Koy Tumi Ekta Bhaalo Fula Naa...’, ‘This is Sui right from Bhengladesh (Bangladesh)’, ‘Oi, Khaali Daakis Naa Sai, Ghumaite Dili Naaye, Khaali…’, ‘Kaazir Baazaro…’. Now think what gives them the braveness of speaking in their own foreign language, claiming themselves that they are foreigners, openly listening and sharing their foreign-songs- Yes! You guessed it right! Hands in glove! Protection from some high official. But the million dollar question is that how on earth do they device these out? How SMART!

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ASOM IS UNEMPLOYMENT FREE !

07:54 |

It is really a matter of raising your anger! At a time when several organizations are demanding, protesting and working out other ways to bring the matter to the notice of the government towards the unemployment situation and urging it to device some immediate way out; if someone says that Asom is unemployment-free, won’t it strike your veins? Various Colleges, Universities, ITIs, Computer Institutes, etc have been providing thousands of literates. Are they enough lucky to have a job? How many of them do get jobs? Some of them have crossed the upper-age limit for working while searching for a government job. No jobs still. Many who had thought of educating their children and grow them up into established beings are themselves losing their love for the world. Many others who had kept aside from unflurring the ‘Gamosa of Love’ woven with their lovers waiting for a job are today seeing their lovers as a helping hand for some other household! After having a degree, still others had roamed vigorously searching for a job and on getting a failure adopted ‘other means’ but still in vain, no jobs! No way of establishing oneself. Will it then be correct to say that there is no unemployment in Asom? The number of actual unemployed youths rather than the few registered ones has become an issue of consideration for critics, socially active people. But on seeing a bunch of youths or their style of living, clothing, behaviour it becomes almost impossible to say that they are unemployed. Their life gets trapped between a free meal in their fathers’ hotel, mobile phone of a latest model and a stylish bike. No dreams, no planning for future and no readiness for hard work. But is it life?

Many who come for business in Asom from outside say- it is very easy to earn in Asom than other parts of the nation. Just before our very eyes people of other states are earning their living and leading a peaceful life by their hard work. And we? We are approaching them happy heartedly for funds for our committees and clubs which we require in meetings, protests, processions or bihu and pujas. The inevitable truth is taking a dangerous shave from us- ‘If we cannot afford it, they can keep on giving funds and donations for our meetings, bihu functions, large public meetings, public meals, Delhi tours, Dispur tours, Asom-bandhs, District-bandhs, Municipal-bandhs, etc. And the dream of a self established, beautiful and cultured Asom gets crushed!

I recall, when I was studying in the University we had to go to Bombay (presently Mumbai) for training session in a multi-medicine production company. That is about twenty years ago from now. Not going for the strict rules and regulations, discipline (a worker who is to come at 8 am will not be allowed to enter even if he is only five minutes late) I rather recall a common businessman. Once, only for a day, I didn’t go to my work-place due to physical weakness. My three colleagues went out early in the morning. Four of us stay in the small room of the hotel. Lunch is generally offered in our workplace. So we had only to dine in some good restaurant. That day I woke up late in the morning because I was having a fever. Hungry stomach- I cannot afford the costly meal of the hotel. So I got down. I bought some bread and fullmoons and as I was to pay the small shop-owner said- ‘Kiu Bhaiya, Aap Aavi Yeha? Duty Pe Nehi Giya?’ (Brother, you? At this time? Here? Did not you go to work today?) I replied- ‘I am unwell. So thought of taking a little rest.’ At that moment the face of the man selling bread, omlette, fullmoon bore a surprised look, as if he had seen the eighth wonder of the world. Can anyone stay away from work for such a minor illness? May be it is the custom of work. While I was writing this story (about 11 pm) the three boys came in. I forgot that I had given a contract of making new electric connections at our old house to one contractor titled ‘Poddar’. The boys are his. They had finished their work in two rooms and came here to keep their bags and tools! ‘Doota Room Hex Kori Dilu Sir, Etia Jaaogoi.’ (We finished our work in two rooms. We are leaving now.) I am sure- the three boys don’t call for bandhs, neither they give slogans in newspapers, nor do they shout lectures in public meetings; but at no cost they think themselves unemployed. Their salary is ten times that of an electrician doing a government job. The count of people trying to get a government job (even of a peon) by bribing lakhs is far high than people trying to establish themselves with that sum. And this high count is providing the reason for immigrant businessmen in Asom and releasing the door of curse for our youths looking for success without hard work.

Recently Bijoy Krishna Handique, the central minister from our state has announced that within 38 months the gas cracker project with be starting with preliminary operations. Three years and two months! May be appointments will be carried out six months beforehand. But do our Asom have enough qualified people (for a big industry qualified technicians is the utmost requirement) to fulfil cent percent requirements of the project? Its certain that there will be protests and discussions but lastly we will have to be satisfied with some third and fourth grade jobs, like most other organizations in Asom! In todays’ life we must be capable to be competitive. For the post a train driver one would appoint only those person who are suitable for the post and there will be competition only between five such person who are more or less capable for it. Only because the train will travel from ‘Lepetkata Station’, a person not capable of driving a train will not get the job of a driver. Hence the unemployed youths of today must try to search for the job oppurtunaties that will come forward after two and a half years and prepare themselves to be fully capable for getting the job. I too have no preparations, no knowledge, no experience but I need jobs- else Asom bandh! In this situation, the probability of neighbouring states snatching such job oppurtunaties is never weak.

A businessman from the Upper Asom district of Tinsukia while communication with the writer had said- No, there is no Unemployment in Asom! If something is missing it is smart, educated youths with fluency in both English and Assamese. Mechanics? Our own? Nil- no candidates. Forget Chartered Accountants, Is there any candidate for jobs like daily account keeping from Asom? No. Senior Engineers and Officers- Assamese people! Oho- No candidates again! Then where is the unemployment in Asom? All cool, All happy- No hard work, No difficulties!

This is a bad and sad situation!

Without hard work and difficulties even Arjuna of Mahabharata would have been the same like others who saw everything except the fish’s eye. But he did not. Even a lot of pressure and clashes could not deflect his aim- And a happy success!

Only such educated youths who are sharply aimed at their decision could bring success. Reversely saying, even bandhs for all the three hundred and sixty five days of a year if made to happen could not end the problem of unemployment and shortages.

A few who don’t study, don’t follow discipline, don’t work hard but run holding the back of easy-money could never show their ability and keep on creating the feeling of ‘Asom is unemployment-free.’ And this very feeling is providing an invitation for outsiders here.

If I do not know to ride the new bike which I bought, it is certain that my neighbour will ask for it and I could not deny him. This law is also applicable for every job appointment!

This is a translation of the original 'Asomot Nibonua Nai!' by Hridayananda Mahanta in 'Addar Xonali Xapon'

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Barometer.. and a trouble..

20:09 |

The article you are going to read below is an original narration by one of the character himself. By the end of article, you will come to know the identity of the characters.

Some time ago I received a call from a colleague. He was about to give a student a zero for his answer to a physics question, while the student claimed a perfect score. The instructor and the student agreed to an impartial arbiter, and I was selected. I read the examination question: "SHOW HOW IT IS POSSIBLE TO DETERMINE THE HEIGHT OF A TALL BUILDING WITH THE AID OF A BAROMETER." The student had answered, "Take the barometer to the top of the building, attach a long rope to it, lower it to the street, and then bring it up, measuring the length of the rope. The length of the rope is the height of the building."
The student really had a strong case for full credit since he had really answered the question completely and correctly! On the other hand, if full credit were given, it could well contribute to a high grade in his physics course and to certify competence in physics, but the answer did not confirm this. I suggested that the student have another try. I gave the student six minutes to answer the question with the warning that the answer should show some knowledge of physics. At the end of five minutes, he had not written anything. I asked if he wished to give up, but he said he had many answers to this problem; he was just thinking of the best one. I excused myself for interrupting him and asked him to please go on. In the next minute, he dashed off his answer which read: "Take the barometer to the top of the building and lean over the edge of the roof. Drop the barometer, timing its fall with a stopwatch. Then, using the formula x=0.5*a*t^^2, calculate the height of the building." At this point, I asked my colleague if he would give up. He conceded, and gave the student almost full credit.
While leaving my colleague's office, I recalled that the student had said that he had other answers to the problem,so I asked him what they were. "Well," said the student, "there are many ways of getting the height of a tall building with the aid of a barometer. For example, you could take the barometer out on a sunny day and measure the height of the barometer, the length of its shadow, and the length of the shadow of the building, and by the use of simple proportion, determine the height of the building." "Fine," I said, "and others?" "Yes," said the student, "there is a very basic measurement method you will like. In this method, you take the barometer and begin to walk up the stairs. As you climb the stairs, you mark off the length of the barometer along the wall. You then count the number of marks, and this will give you the height of the building in barometer units." "A very direct method." "Of course. If you want a more sophisticated method, you can tie the barometer to the end of a string, swing it as a pendulum, and determine the value of g at the street level and at the top of the building. From the difference between the two values of g, the height of the building, in principle, can be calculated." "On this same tact, you could take the barometer to the top of the building, attach a long rope to it, lower it to just above the street, and then swing it as a pendulum. You could then calculate the height of the building by the period of the precession". "Finally," he concluded, "there are many other ways of solving the problem. Probably the best," he said, "is to take the barometer to the basement and knock on the superintendent's door. When the superintendent answers, you speak to him as follows: 'Mr. Superintendent, here is a fine barometer. If you will tell me the height of the building, I will give you this barometer."

At this point, I asked the student if he really did not know the conventional answer to this question. He admitted that he did, but said that he was fed up with high school and college instructors trying to teach him how to think.

The student was Neils Bohr and the arbiter Rutherford.

Hope you enjoyed it. Please comment and put your suggestions below. Your comments and suggestions encourage me in posting. Thanks

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Laugh till your stomach pains..

16:25 |

You'll forget your English by the time you finish reading this. This

is a true essay written by a Bihari candidate at the

UPSC(IAS) Examinations. The candidate has written an essay on the

Indian cow: Indian Cow

HE IS THE COW. "The cow is a successful animal. Also he is 4 footed,

And because he is female, he give milks, [ but will do so when he is

got child.] He is same like-God, sacred to Hindus and useful to man.

But he has got four legs together. Two are forward and two are

afterwards. His whole body can be utilised for use. More so the milk.

Milk comes from 4 taps attached to his basement. [ horses dont have

any such attachment]

What can it do? Various ghee, butter, cream, curd, why and the

condensed milk and so forth. Also he is useful to cobbler, watermans

and mankind generally... His motion is slow only because he is of lazy

species, Also his other motion.. gober] is much useful to trees,

plants as well as for making flat cakes[like Pizza] , in hand and

drying in the sun.

Cow is the only animal that extricates his feeding after eating. Then

afterwards she chew with his teeth whom are situated in the inside of

the mouth. He is incessantly in the meadows in the grass. His only

attacking and defending organ is the horns, specially so when he is

got child. This is done by knowing his head whereby he causes the

weapons to be paralleled to the ground of the earth and instantly

proceed with great velocity forwards. He has got tails also, situated

in the backyard, but not like similar animals. It has hairs on the

other end of the other side. This is done to frighten away the flies

which alight on his cohesive body hereupon he gives hit with it.

The palms of his feet are soft unto the touch. So the grasses head is

not crushed. At night time have poses by looking down on the ground

and he shouts . His eyes and nose are like his other relatives. This

is the cow.......

We are informed that the candidate passed the exam, and is now an IAS,

is bihar in somewhere..[sorry somewhere in Bihar]

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yo! we did learn it..

06:39 |

The Chemistry Lab

The Practical Columns

          Being students of the 'Department of Chemistry', we were always awarded with various analytical tasks. As a part of our syllabus we had to perform 'Qualitative Inorganic Analysis', 'Qualitative Organic Analysis', 'Quantitative Organic Analysis' and various more tests. But the tests we had to do as a part of the assignments by the IQAC (Internal Quality Assurance Cell) were the most interesting.
           Only some days back, we had carried out a 'Quantitaive Analysis' on some leading brands of cements to check whether the brands comply with the ISI standards. This types of analysis actually requires a long time. We took six working days to complete this. We enjoyed carrying out the analysis and at the same time learnt many new things- the most important one being how to carry out experiments in a collective way. This was the first time that we carried out an analysis in groups; the HoD says that when we get jobs in big companies, we will have to carry out tasks in groups, each individual performing his own share of the task. We carried out the analysis in two groups of four. In one group were the girls and in the other were the boys. Each of the groups analysed for two different brands of cement, making the total number of analysed brands to four.
           I still remember the hard efforts taken by the teachers and lab-bearers to facilitise our analysis. I will always be thankful to them. On their free times, the teachers would come and join us, helping us to lead with a faster pace. The bearers would always keep on asking our requirements like beakers, test-tubes, acids/alkalis, etc and keep on supplying them in no time.
           I remember that we had to start out analysis from 10.00 am (1000) in the morning and continued till 03.30 pm (1530). The teachers would come and ask that if we are hungry. We always said 'No', but each time we would find snacks ready for us in the canteen, the teachers paid.
           We started the analysis on a Monday and completed it by the next Monday. Though we are bound by the strict norms in the Lab, we would sometimes crack jokes followed by a loud-laughter. Even the teachers could not refrain themselves from laughing.
           Finally, when the analysis got over we had to carry out a seminar in the IQAC and show a projector-presentation to the college folks. The day was fixed on Saturday and we got very less time to prepare for it. The presentation was hosted by me and two representatives, one each from a group. Everybody present in the seminar liked it and we were rained with good comments.
           At last our efforts bore a sweet fruit. This analysis would always remain fresh in our minds. This wil remain as an unforgetable moment in our lives.

To see the online version of the presentation and to download a softcopy, click here.

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